FakeTaxi Spanish babe has great tits and ass

Title: “FakeTaxi Spanish Babe Has Great Tits and Ass”

The FakeTaxi app had been abuzz recently with rave reviews about a particularly saucy Spanish beauty who was offering her “special services” to lucky riders who knew how to ask. Hmmm, my curiosity piqued, I eagerly downloaded the app, set my location to London’s seedy Soho district, and crossed my fingers for a naughty night out on the town.

As fate would have it, it wasn’t long before a curvy, coffee-skinned Latina in a skintight red dress hailed my cab, her темные eyes sparkling with mischief. ” buenas noches, guapo,” she purred, sliding into the backseat and crossing her long legs. “You’re new to this, aren’t you?”

I smiled knowingly and caught a glimpse of her black lace bra straining against her bountiful breasts. “Es posible,” I replied, engine purring to life. “Now tell me, what brings a gorgeous Spanish senorita to London’s naughtiest neighborhood at this hour?”

She traced a manicured finger along the edge of her red dress, the fabric slipping lower to reveal the swell of her cleavage. “I’m here to sin,” she hissed. “I’ve been a very bad girl tonight, and I need a punishment.”

My pants began to tighten against my growing arousal. “Vamos a ver,” I whispered huskily, pressing the accelerator. “Let’s see what trouble this pretty pussy gets herself into.”

We drove through the winding streets of Soho, past lewd pubs and colorful street art. The air was heavy with the promise of sins yet to be committed. Finally, I pulled over near a darkened alley, killed the engine, and turned to face my passenger. “Normally,” I began, voice low and controlled, “I don’t fuck around with my clients. But for you, I’ll make an exception. If you think you can handle it.”

The beauty laughed, reaching out to caress my thigh. “Oh I can handle it. La pregunta es, ¿puedes manejar tú?” Her fingers crept higher, tracing the outline of my hardening cock straining against my trousers. “I want it rough. I want you to punish this naughty pussy.”

Fuck me, I was done for. Pulling her into the backseat, I pushed her legs apart, hiking up her skirt to reveal a skimpy thong barely concealing her moist folds. “You like this, don’t you?” I growled, shoving the fabric aside and plunging a finger deep into her sopping cunt. “You like the thought of getting fucked in the back of my cab for all of London to hear.”

“¡Por favor!” she whimpered, hips bucking against my probing finger. “Do it. Make me scream.”

Cerdo, it was on. Releasing my belt, I freed my throbbing erection and stroked it slowly, watching as her eyes widened with desire. “This is what happens to naughty girls, mi amor,” I hissed, rubbing my cock head along her glistening slit. “They get fucked hard until they can’t walk straight.”

With one swift motion, I impaled her on my thick shaft, forcing a guttural moan from her paint-red lips. “Oh fuck yes,” she sobbed, gyrating her hips to take me deeper. “Te necesito toda dentro de mí.”

There was no more talking after that. Just grunts and growls and the wet, meaty slap of flesh-on-flesh as I pounded into her wildly, the cab rocking with each powerful thrust. Her tight cunt gripped me like a glove, hot and slick around my pistoning cock. I yanked down her dress to free her bouncing tits, greedily sucking at her brown nipples.

“Sí, sí!” My stories girl wailed, writhing beneath me. “Eres un dios! Fuck me harder, daddy. Fill my hungry hole.”

I obliged, driving into her with animalistic intensity, the shower of her juices coating my balls. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until finally, she convulsed in orgasm, screaming my name into the night. The sound spurred me on, and with a triumphant roar, I erupted inside her, spilling thick ropes of cum deep in her fertile womb.

Degraded and panting, the beauty went limp against the torn leather seats, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Caaaañón,” she sighed blissfully, eyeing the shell-shocked bulge in my trousers. “That was even better than I thought it would be.”

“And you are insatiable,” I chuckled, tucking my softening member back into my pants. “Tell me, don’t you have a boyfriend or a husband waiting for you at home? Some lucky man rubbing your feet after a long day’s work?”

Her laughter was throaty and infectious. “Please, papi. You think your stories girl is the stay-home-and-cook type? No, I’m too much woman for most men. Except for you. You’re aSheet I needed in my life.”

Smoothing her disheveled hair, she leaned in close, her lips nearly brushing my ear. “In fact,” she breathed, wicked intentions dancing in her midnight eyes, “I think I’ll keep your number programmed in my phone. You’ve ruined this Talvez pussy for everyone else. It will be a long time before I crave something as good for you.”

I couldn’t help but smirk, watching her gingerly step out of the cab, her legs still weak from the aftershocks of our explosive coupling. One look at her flushed, satiated face, and I knew my night was far from over. This Spanish vixen had awoken a beast inside me, and I was more than ready for round two.

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