Let me tell you about the cab ride I took around Manhattan and Brooklyn. So I was with Jay and our camera-girl, who wants to remain nameless and out of camera-shot in case she decides to run for President someday.
I lifted my skirt and watched as the yellow cabs swerved my way. That’s how you hail a cab. Jay and I got in the back, and our camera-girl took the front seat. We told the hack to just drive us around the city while we shot some video. He was into it, the ham! Then he started to get nervous when our camera-girl turned around and shot Jay and me playing with my pussy.
I know he could see me from the rearview mirror. I kept my gaze on him while I let Jay squeeze my titties and rub my clit. I was getting hot. The hack said, “You guys keep it cool back there, there’s cops driving around, y’know, I don’t wanna get arrested or anything.” I giggled, “Don’t worry, I’ve got my eye out. I’ve just been fantasizing about getting it on in a cab. What about you?” So Jay and I kept at it.
I gobbled his cock while he slid his middle finger easily into my ass. I squealed. The cabbie stopped the car. “Hey, where are we?” I yelled. He was redfaced, “Let’s just get off here for a little while. This is Brooklyn. It’s a great place.” I looked over to Jay, and we both just shrugged, ready for a kooky adventure.
It was the cabbie’s place. He’s a poet and musician, he plays gigs in the East Village. He had a big Guatemalan dong and we did it all night long. Took our time, then jumped back in the cab.
Jay and I ass-fucked in the backseat. Good thing I’m so little, I can maneuver around the backseat with ease. The bumps on the road pushed his cock deeper into me, making my insides flutter. When cops and other cabs drove by us, I would keep the top half of me absolutely straight and sober, while from waist down I was melting.
We got back into Manhattan and it was ready for my big splash. At Times Square, I sang some show tunes and got cum on all over my face. Off Broadway, Jay pissed in my mouth. The warm piss and splooge mixed into a frothy concoction. I gulped it all down like a porno champion.
True story, I swear. You can order it on video. Watch every nasty New York minute.