Rough Taxi Ride Turns Into a Pussy-Pounding POV Session: No Cash, Just Her Wet Hole

The rain was coming down hard, blurring the city lights into a hazy glow. Sarah, her red hair plastered to her forehead, nervously chewed on her lip. She was short on cash, desperately short. When the taxi pulled up to her building, the meter glaring back at her, she knew she had a problem.

"I... I don't have enough," she stammered, rummaging through her purse again, the silence stretching uncomfortably. The driver, a man with kind eyes but a clearly weary expression, sighed. "Look, I've been there. How much short are you?"

"About twenty," she mumbled, shame burning in her cheeks.

He hesitated. "Look, I shouldn't be doing this… But… I’m a man too. You’re a petite thing, perfect natural tits… Tell you what. You've got a wet little hole and I see that you have no piercing and look like a natural girl. How about a trade?"

Her eyes widened. She could barely breathe. He continued. "We go inside your place and I give you the real taxi service."

She could only nod.

Inside her apartment, the air was thick with tension. He wasted no time. He kissed her roughly, her cup A breasts feeling so tender. He began to suck her perfect nipples, the handjob becoming desperate and rough. She guided his head downwards, her pussy glistening. She moaned as his tongue lapped at her sensitive clit, her legs trembling. He was thorough, making sure she was soaking wet and ready. He moved to doggy, his cock pounding deep inside her. She clawed at the sheets, her cries echoing in the small room.

He flipped her over and went straight to missionary, looking deeply into her eyes as he thrust harder and deeper. He was rough, and she loved it. As he came, he pulled out and came all over her face. He went straight into 69 and finished there, watching her face turn from disgust to pleasure.

After a few more positions and after finishing on her face, they were done. "I guess the ride's on me, then," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. He collected his things, and headed back to his taxi, leaving Sarah to clean herself up. She knew she’d never look at a taxi ride the same way again.