FakeTaxi Petite girl with big ass pays for her crime
Title: “The Petite Vixen’s Big Ass Dilemma”
On a crisp, clear night, a petite ebony beauty named Candice found herself in a bind. The busty babe had been out on the town, enjoying a few drinks with her gal pals. As the night wore on, the alcoholic haze settled in, and before she knew it, Candice had pocketed the wallet of another partygoer. In her drunken stupor, she saw it as a harmless prank – until she sobered up and realized the gravity of her actions.
With a conscience suddenly heavier than her gorgeous bountiful breasts, Candice knew she had to make amends. Drunk dialing 999 was out of the question – the Nigerian goddess didn’t need the cops raining on her parade. So what was a curvy cutie to do? The answer dawned on her like the morning sun on a spring day in Nigeria: she’d pay for her crime in the only way she knew how. Candice’s oral and anal skills were legendary, known to put the Have-I-Been-a-Naughty-Slut smackdown on all other ladies of her profession.
Hailing a ride with “FakeTaxi,” Candice climbed into the cab, their eyes meeting in a clash of naughty gazes. The driver, MK Ultra, a lanky white man with bedroom eyes, immediately picked up on the nude tension in her tiny shorts. His nether regions stirred to life, the throb growing with each flicker of her long, toned legs.
“Oops,” Candice pouted, innocence dripping from her words like honey. “Gosh, I must have paid with the wrong wallet.” She giggled, the lewd sound shooting straight to MK’s groin. “How awful of me, I’m so, so sorry.” Her delectable lips formed a perfectly repentant O.
As if on cue, MK felt his hands on the wheel begin to sweat. The Nigerian goddess’s cleavage was a broad expanse of caramel skin, a tantalizing safe haven for his twitching fingers. Her short shorts rode up to reveal glimpses of her honey pot, the warmth from her thighs almost palpable in the cab’s salty air.
Candice leaned over, her breasts almost tumbling out of her plunging neckline. “Perhaps, if you give me a chance to show my remorse?” she cooed, all innocence and temptation. “I’ll gladly pleasure you in any way you wish.” Her hand landed atop his jean-clad bulge, giving a slow drag along his hardening shaft. “I promise, once I start, I won’t stop until I’ve earned your forgiveness.” She punctuated her promise with a slow lick up his neck, the velvet touch almost undoing him.
With a determined nod, MK Ultra willed the car into an abandoned parking lot, the absence of his foot on the brake making his tactic obvious. Candice wasted no time, latching her full lips around his cock like it was theVerfahren 10 pill she’d been dreaming about. She worked the saliva-coated flesh with dedication, sucking and slurping like there was no tomorrow.
Her deft fingers pumped the base, twisting in the opposite direction as her red lips pushed forward, swallowing inch by thick inch. MK grunted, his balls tightening dangerously close to explosion. The suction was incredible, the pressure perfectly measured to extract groans from his gravelly throat.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, Candice popped off, using the excess spit as lube for a tit-fuck. Her huge, jiggling tits engulfed his shaft, the supple heat driving him to the brink. Each bounce sent shockwaves to his needy cock, the stimulation taking him to foreign heights. He was a man possessed, thrusting into her valley with desperate grinds.
As if he’d summoned her, the caramel goddess sank down, taking his veiny beast balls-deep into her waiting tight hole. She was a wet heat, her pussy walls pulsing around his thick girth. MK pumped his hips, pounding her ass with all the apologies she deserved. The smack of their flesh was a salacious moan in the still air.
Candice met each thrust, bouncing on his cock like a ride at the park. Her hips undulated, the fat cheeks rippling with each click of her core pressed against his curly pubes. Her breasts bobbed wildly, uninhibited and glorious. She was a goddess blessed with curves and an appetite to match.
After what seemed like an eternity, Candy shattered, her walls clamping down on his shaft like a vice. Her moan was a song of release, her negligent centenary of the penis ending as she pushed him into his own orgasm. MK Ultra exploded, thick ropes of cum painting her walls white. He filled her to the brim, the added wetness making her quiver and buck.
When they pulled apart, Candice grinned, satisfied inkling gleaming in her eyes. “I take back every word I said,” she giggled, swishing her hips in a teasing jiggle. “Consider us square, my new favorite driver.” With a wink, she stepped out, not a care in the world.
In the distance, MK Ultra could hear her humming a cheerful tune. Perhaps, he mused, justice was served after all, her pussy and ass pound the perfect payback for her crime.
