Ride

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The door swings open and she strides in, her hips swaying in sheer black pantyhose, the heels clicking sharply on the floor. Her tight little body is barely contained, her pussy outlined beneath the sinful fabric.

ACTOR1: I need a ride to work. Now. And I know damn well what you want in return.

ACTOR2: Fuck, babygirl… you look good enough to eat. Just let me—

ACTOR1: Shut up and get it over with. Rub your stupid cock between my thighs and hurry the hell up.

NARRATOR: She glares as he unzips his pants, his thick dick already hard and twitching. He presses against her, the heat of his cock searing through her pantyhose as she grits her teeth.

ACTOR2: You’re so fucking tight, even like this.

ACTOR1: Stop talking—just move. Faster.

NARRATOR: His cock slides between her thighs, the slick nylon making every thrust effortless. She huffs, arms crossed, but her breath hitches as his tip brushes her clit through the fabric.

ACTOR2: You’re dripping through these, princess.

ACTOR1: I don’t care—finish already!

NARRATOR: His grip tightens on her hips, his balls slapping against her as he pumps harder, groaning.

ACTOR2: Gonna cum all over these perfect thighs…

ACTOR1: God, just do it!

NARRATOR: With a shudder, he erupts, hot streaks painting her pantyhose as she rolls her eyes—but her thighs tremble just a little too much to be just anger.