Fucked the Fare in the Backseat of the Taxi

The meter was still running when she slid into the back, short skirt riding high, eyes already locked on his crotch through the whole ride. At the first red light she leaned forward, whispered “pull over,” and before he could answer she was climbing over the seat, mouth on his zipper. He swerved into a dark alley, killed the engine, and yanked her onto his lap. Panties ripped to the side, skirt bunched around her waist, she sank down on his thick cock with a filthy moan that fogged the windows. The whole car rocked as she bounced like a possessed slut, tits spilling out, heels digging into the seat while he gripped her ass and slammed up into her dripping pussy. Every thrust made the suspension squeal, her screams echoing in the tiny space. She came hard, squirting all over the leather, then spun around reverse and kept riding until he exploded, pumping her full of thick cum that leaked down his shaft and soaked the seat. She licked her lips, fixed her skirt, tossed a crumpled bill on the dash and walked away, leaving him wrecked, windows steamed, cab reeking of sex.