I need to sit back relax while having my fat cock gagged on by sexy red sitting in the passengers seat. Red is intimidating. It is the color of her hair. The green in her eyes makes it shimmer. She just looks sweet. I will woe my way into her throat and miss sweet thing over there will love and respect me. She will eventually shut her mouth and listen to me as I touch her naked flesh. She wants to be naked as much as I want to be naked like a wildflower in natures flesh dripping with dew. Miss Sweetthing spreads her legs easily in the presence of a man who can create silence with a bulging throbbing cock thats aching to explode. She has stripped down before and ill have her down again in front of me outside of this vehicle after ive buried my cock down her throat laughed and told her good day

I glanced at my watch. 9:02 PM. My shift had ended less than an hour ago, and I couldn't believe how badly I needed a drink. Alcohol and I were old friends, and on nights like this, we were inseparable. I parked the cab outside a nondescript bar tucked away in an alley opposite the bustling city block. The bar only came alive after the twilight, giving it a raw, unapologetic aura.People filled the bar, but there was a corner booth that remained unoccupied. A good omen, I thought. I slid into the booth, and swallowed a mouthful of whiskey straight from the bottle. I had always had a love-hate relationship with this particular poison. One moment, I felt its potency invigorating my senses; the next, it threatened to bring me to my knees.I closed my eyes and welcomed the burn. The bar's atmosphere, thick with smoke and intrigue, caressed my skin. My thoughts wandered as I took another pull.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. A woman, seemingly out of place amidst the roughnecks inhabiting the gloomy venue. Dark red hair, the color of fresh blood, cascaded down her back. An emerald green silk blouse accentuated her ample curves, leaving little to the imagination. Something about her captivated me.Maybe it was her aura of quiet confidence. A woman in her element, unbothered by the gritty surroundings. Or perhaps it was the lingering, sultry gaze that swept across the room and settled on me. She raised a hand, summoning the bartender. A glass of amber liquid materialized before her, and she brought it to her lips, her eyes never leaving mine.The music changed, slowed, grew sensual. And with that change, something shifted in me. I was no longer just a man enjoying his drink.Now, there was an electric current running through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. The woman, Red, had me in her crosshairs, and I was powerless to resist.Red crossed the smoky room with all the grace and certainty of a panther on the hunt. She slid into the booth next to me, her thigh resting against mine. When she spoke, there was no mistaking the intention behind her words.She took a final sip of her drink and pushed the glass away. It was time."Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice husky and laced with seduction. Her hand found its way to my knee, her nails tracing idle patterns on the fabric of my jeans. I swallowed hard, feeling the first stirrings of arousal in my core."Be my guest," I replied, my own voice barely above a whisper.Red's eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "I've been watching you," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin.She took control, her fingers deftly working at the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she exposed my chest. Her gaze lingered on my defined muscles, her touch growing bolder as she traced the contours of my body.My heart skipped a beat, every nerve in my body on high alert. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her red hair looked like a raging inferno against the dim lighting, and her green eyes, sharp and intense, were fixed on me.My hands wandered, exploring the curves of her waist.