This story is absolutely real and happened to us during our stay in Turkey a year ago. My wife and I flew to Antalya in September. It was hot, and after Moscow we most wanted more likely to go to the beach and to the sea. Right at the airport, we changed our summer clothes and took a taxi and drove to the hotel, which was 25 km from the airport. We were engaged in swing for a long time and one of our goals was to meet with a couple like ours and come off in full. In the taxi, my wife sat forward, and I was behind. The taxi driver graciously loaded our luggage and we drove off. My wife is a slim dyed blonde with small breasts and a small elastic ass. Feeling complete freedom, and the lack of people able to know us, we felt completely relaxed. Vika had a summer short skirt and a barely hiding breast topic. Panty naturally was not. On the legs sandals from thin stripes. We drove along the highway and I handed my wife a jar of a screwdriver, taken back in Moscow, one she had already drunk at the airport, so she was drunk.

Observing the driver from behind, I saw that Vicki was constantly looking at Vicki’s lap, not at all embarrassed, she lifted her skirt even higher and also looked at the taxi driver. Suddenly she asked the taxi driver to slow down. Wee-Pee - she said with a sweet smile. The taxi stopped, and my little wife went out without closing the door, crouched right next to the car, the taxi driver almost went crazy from what he saw. She finished her approach to him in English and asked for a napkin in Russian. I do not understand! - Said the taxi driver. Well, you chump! - also said Vika with a smile. Lifting her skirt, she ran her fingers over her pussy and showed that she needed a napkin. The taxi driver already had a hard time understanding where he was and what was going on. He took a napkin from the glove compartment and handed it to my wife. But suddenly he muttered something and inclined invitingly to ask her to wipe it off himself. With a smile, Vyusya lifted her skirt and the taxi driver wiped her pussy with trembling hands. At this time I was sitting back, ugoral from what he saw. When we started, I saw that the Turk was driving the car somehow uncertainly, apparently he was hampered by a member clinging to the wheel.

Ask him how about payment by your mouth - I asked my wife, she, using all her linguistic abilities, began to explain what we offer. When the Turk understood, we almost flew into a ditch. Looking in the rearview mirror, he looked at me, then looked at the pussy of his wife. And muttered something. He says that he cannot, that he works for the owner, that he will have to pay, Vick smirked. In vain, in vain - well, as you say. The taxi driver was sweating, sweat was pouring from him like from a horse. Vika frankly began to mock him by stroking the jar with a screwdriver and licking it. The guy blushed, puffed, grunted, but did not give up. When Vick, taking him by the farm, squeezed, the taxi driver squeaked and screamed loudly, understandably in all language - OK !!! OOOK !!! Ishmael fell. We drove to the hotel. Brake pupsik - pronounced Vika with her inherent mocking tone. Will you look cute? But what about !!! - I replied. The guy, still not stopping the car, began to unbutton his pants. How agile! - the wife burst out laughing. Finally, slowing down, the Turk completely freed his very mediocre fighter and tried to persuade Vic to live together: It did not work out, his wife deftly squeezing his scrotum - said: We are Soviet women in favor of safe sex! Putting a condom on a taxi driver’s dick, she ran a tongue over it several times and just put it in her mouth, like a taxi driver shouting something like: Allah Akbar - finished, almost breaking through the roof with his head. Yeah, the young man is clearly not suffering from delayed ejaculation, Vika said philosophically. The Turk cried, sniffled, tried to grope something in the air and suddenly subsided. Died? - I asked my wife. The devil knows, but he must bring the luggage to the room. True lover? - she slapped a taxi driver on the scrotum. The taxi driver got out of Nirvana and began to fussily fasten his pants and shake something by shaking his head.He informed about the luggage, he was very fussed and in every possible way gave a reason to understand that he could ride us even after work, absolutely free of charge. Having received a ticket to a hiking sex tour, he was very upset and left forever, stretching his little Turkish penis. On the same day we were lucky and we met a very beautiful couple from St. Petersburg and spent a lot of pleasant time with them. But this is a different and very catchy story.