Faux Driving Faculty Jasmine Jae absolutely bare intercourse in a automobile

I pulled into the empty parking lot for my “driving lesson” with Instructor Jasmine Jae, heart racing at the rumors. The faux Driving Faculty van was sleek, tinted windows hiding secrets. She slid into the passenger seat, her curvaceous British MILF body poured into a tight pencil skirt and blouse straining over full, heavy breasts. “Ready to learn, love?” she purred, her dark eyes smoldering as she hiked her skirt, revealing lace panties already damp.

“Show me how you handle the stick,” she commanded, unzipping my jeans with manicured nails. My cock sprang free, throbbing as she stroked firmly, leaning in to swirl her tongue around the tip. The confined space amplified every gasp—the creak of seats, her perfume mixing with arousal. “Drive,” she ordered, climbing astride me, absolutely bare now, blouse ripped open to free those perfect tits.

She impaled herself on my length with a throaty moan, bare pussy gripping like velvet fire. No barriers, just raw, slick heat as she rode hard, hips grinding in expert circles. The van rocked with our rhythm; her ass slapped my thighs while she pinched her nipples, head thrown back. “Faster, student—fuck your instructor proper!” I thrust up, hands kneading her bouncing breasts, lost in the faux lesson turned frenzy.

Sweat-slicked, she clenched around me, walls pulsing as orgasm ripped through her—juices flooding my balls. I couldn’t hold back, erupting deep inside her spasming core, filling her with hot spurts. She collapsed against me, kissing messily: “A+… but extra credit next time.”