“You married women are all the bloody same when you see a Paki cock,” he grunted as he forced a dirty hand inside my bra and roughly pulled my tit out of its cup. “You English women like that? Sex vedio When I had been asleep and sliding along the back seat my skirt had ridden up my thighs and he had a clear view of not only my stocking tops but my hairy pussy which was oozing Alex’s cum onto his leather upholstery. That was why he had adjusted his mirror – he had been staring at my spunk filled hole. “What will he think of you when you arrive home smelling of sex?” he sneered again as I tried to lick his cock again. “You dirty cunt!” he sighed as I stuck my tongue out in the vain hope of catching some as it cascaded onto my cheek and up my nose. Stop the car!”
“What?” He looked over his shoulder, his grey flecked beard shining in the street lights, “How much have you got?”
“£17 – I’m sorry” I slurred. He let go of my head and I instantly began sucking the last dregs of salty spunk out of his black bell-end as my young body tingled with a second then third smaller orgasm. “Stop, stop!” I pleaded, “I haven’t got enough money. His dirty talk was making my pussy nearly boil
