You were already in bed when she texted to say she was getting a taxi home from the girls’ night out.
You were already in bed when she texted to say she was getting a taxi home from the girls’ night out.
Dark hair down, glasses on, soft dress clinging to her heavy tits and thick thighs, nothing underneath. $name1 slid into the back of the cab and gave the address. The driver was older, Asian, quiet. He glanced at her in the mirror. She looked back, then slowly parted her knees so the dress rode up and he could see she was bare.
$name1 didn’t speak.
He drove a few extra streets, then pulled into a dark industrial estate and killed the engine. She leaned forward between the seats, reached around, and freed his cock.
It was huge.
Longer and thicker than anything she’d taken in months. Heavy in her soft hand. She stared at it for a second behind her glasses, then tried to wrap her fingers around it and couldn’t quite manage. She stroked him slowly, almost carefully, before leaning further and taking the fat head into her mouth. She could barely stretch her lips around it. Spit ran down the shaft as she worked what she could, eyes watering, dark hair falling across her face.
When she couldn’t wait any longer she climbed into the front and straddled him. $name1 had to hold the headboard of the seat and sink down inch by inch, breathing hard, moaning every time another thick stretch of him pushed inside her chubby pink cunt. Halfway down she had to stop. It was too much. Too big. Her thighs were shaking. She stayed there, stuffed full, glasses fogged, while he held her soft hips and let her adjust.
Eventually she took more.
He fucked her in short, deep strokes from below, never quite giving her the full length, while she clung to him and came with a broken little cry—overstretched, trembling, completely full. He lasted longer. When he got close he lifted her off, pushed her back into the passenger seat, and stroked that massive cock over her.
She watched, legs still open, and let him finish across her soft tits and belly and the inside of one thick thigh. Thick ropes of cum striped her pale skin while she just breathed and looked at the mess he’d made of her.
She cleaned up with tissues from the glovebox as best she could, smoothed her dress down, and quietly gave him the real address home.
You were half-asleep when she slipped into bed just after three. She smelled of sex and unfamiliar cologne. When you rested a hand on her hip she flinched, just slightly—still tender, still stretched from the huge cock she hadn’t quite been able to take all the way.
She didn’t say a word about the older Asian driver who had just left her messy and aching in the front seat of his taxi.
She didn’t need to.
You could feel it in the careful way she lay beside you… and the soft, overstimulated heat still coming off her skin.
