The Taxi Driver
“Can you please make love to me?” Carla suddenly asked. I was flabbergasted.
“Do you usually ask strangers to make love to you?” I asked her.
“No but I am so hurt. I need a man,” she said. I told her that would not be a good idea.
The next time that I looked at my rear-view mirror, Carla had spread her legs, parted her underwear, and she was playing with her pussy and her tits as well.
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