$name1 gets soaked after last call and fucks her Black Uber driver on the top floor of a multi-storey car park.
The club spit $name1 out at two a.m., twenty-eight, little black dress, knickers damp from dancing. Her Uber driver was tall, Black, mid-thirties, voice like warm gravel. In the back seat she spread her knees and hooked her knickers aside so streetlight hit her shaved cunt.
“Top floor of the multi-storey,” she said. “I’ll suck your cock until you forget your rating.”
He parked under a flickering strip light. She climbed into the front, freed a thick Black cock, and took him deep until lipstick smeared his shaft. Spit ran. He groaned into her hair. Then she straddled him, sank down in one greedy slide, and rode hard — tits free, arse slapping his thighs, cunt making filthy wet sounds in the quiet car park.
“Drunk white girl fucking her driver like a paid slut,” he growled, gripping her hips. “That cunt is gripping me so tight.”
“Use me,” she gasped. “Make me drip on your leather.”
He stood with her wrapped around him, pressed her to the cold car, and fucked her standing where anyone on the ramp would see pale thighs around a stranger’s hips. She begged him inside. He buried deep and flooded her with hot ropes. Cum ran down her thighs in white streaks. She licked two fingers clean for him and pulled her knickers over the mess.
At her building she kissed him. “Five stars. Next time pick me up at eleven — no knickers, plug in my arse.”
She walked inside with his cum cooling between her legs, already opening the tip screen with a smile.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
