She's dressed for the occasion, all in black lace lingerie, ready for this last ride. It's supposed to be a quick trip, but you know how these things go. The driver isn't just any cabbie tonight. He pulls over somewhere quiet, and she doesn't hesitate. The backseat of the taxi becomes their private booth. She climbs over the seat, that lace coming off real quick. You get a good look at her ass as she bends over, presenting herself for him. No talking needed, just the sound of his belt buckle and her soft gasp when he enters her. It's a tight fit back there, so every thrust rocks the whole car. She's bouncing against him, taking it deep, her face pressed against the window fogging up from their heat. her moans get louder, filling the small space.
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