Uber Fucks My Tight and Juicy Pussy in His Car in the Middle of the Night, After Taking Me Home

I leave the club in a mess. The crooked skirt, the mascara smeared, the legs unstable. I signal around the corner. A black cab pulls up, the driver looking at me in the rearview mirror with non-judgmental eyes. I give him my address, lie back in the back seat, close my eyes. The movement of the car rocks me, relaxes me, excites me. I touch my knee without thinking, I slowly raise my skirt, I let him see my torn stockings in the mirror. It doesn't say anything. Accelerate. Turn down a dark street, park in an empty alley. He gets out, opens my door, gets into the back seat with me. It smells of tobacco and night. He grabs me by the thighs, spreads my legs, pulls down my panties. He puts his fingers in me with a rudeness that takes my breath away. I'm so wet it doesn't need lubrication.