FakeTaxi Local girl sucks and fucks for free ride

The neon UKG Garage beats pulse through the warm London night, a rapid staccato of hi hats and 4×4 basslines that seem to vibrate in Karen’s bones as she stands on the curb, hand outstretched, hailing down an empty taxi. Her bottle-blonde hair is tousled, her lipstick smudged, the error of a twenty-something’s drunken nights out.

The Fake Taxi pulls up, its yellow exterior gleaming under the streetlights. The driver, a gruff middle-aged man with a salt-and-pepper beard, leans over to roll down the passenger window. “Where to, love?”

Karen leans in, her heels wobbling on the cobblestones. “Just down the road, mate. About two minutes.” She hiccups, her words slurring together. “Gonna charge me extra for that?”

The driver eyes her up and down, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Nah, you’re alright. Hop in.”

Karen practically falls into the backseat, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she struggles to buckle her seatbelt. The driver keeps his eyes on the road, but Karen can feel his gaze heating up her skin.

As they drive, Karen feels her head swim with the drinks she’s had tonight. She leans forward, her cleavage spilling out of her low-cut top as she mumbles “You know, I’m sure there’s something I can do to make this ride…more interesting. For both of us.”

The driver raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Oh yeah? And what might that be, love?”

Karen gives him a coy smile, her hand creeping up his thigh. “Well, for starters, how about I give you a bit of a going-down payment?”

Before the driver can respond, Karen is leaning over the center console, her hot breath ghosting over the bulge in his trousers. She unzips him with deft fingers, and his cock springs free, already half-hard. Karen wraps her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around it before taking him deeper into her mouth.

The driver groans, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as Karen bobs her head up and down, taking him deeper each time. Her tight wet heat feels incredible around him, and it’s all he can do not to drive off the road.

Karen can feel the car veering, hear the driver’s ragged breathing. She pulls off his cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her kiss-swollen lips to his shaft. “I think you’ve earned a little more, don’t you?”

She climbs over the center console, straddling his lap. Her wet panties are pushed aside as she sinks down onto his cock, and they both moan at the sensation. Karen begins to ride him, her hips rising and falling as she loses herself in the pleasure.

The driver is lost in a haze of lust, his hands gripping Karen’s ass as she bounces on his cock. He can feel her walls tightening around him, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

Karen throws her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back as she comes hard, her pussy clenching around the driver’s cock. He follows soon after, spurting deep inside her as he groans his release.

As they both come down from their high, Karen smiles and kisses the driver softly on the cheek. “There’s your tip, mate. And I do hope your next fare is just as…generous.”

With that, she climbs off him, pulling down her skirt and smoothing out her hair. The driver watches, still panting as she gets out of the car and strides away, her hips swaying. He can’t help but smile to himself as he drives off into the night, already looking forward to his next shift at Fake Taxi.