Dasha came out of the door of a nightclub. Very far past midnight. She went to the car, where the driver was waiting for her. Dasha herself drove, but her father insisted that the driver pick her up from the club. Dad did not trust driving style is not sober daughter. And perhaps it was right.

Surprisingly, today, the girl no one "prozhadal." Igor jumped out, ran around the car and opened the door. The car was a coupe so that Dasha was in the front seat. Then he ran to his side and got behind the wheel.

- - Home. - not sober voice said Dasha.

- - Good. - Igor answered and smoothly trod.

The girl was wearing a short tight dress - completely shiny. Actually it was more like a not very long shiny shirt. Barely covered butt and completely naked legs. Dasha did not even try to look decent. She spread her legs wide apart, the dress turned up a bit at the same time, but she did not correct it. Visible at all not perceiving Igor. It hurt him a little. But he was not the first private driver. It could be worse. Meanwhile, Dasha put her hand between her legs and definitely - not to warm. Here Igor - could not resist. I pulled over to the side and braked. Around were the urban jungle and late night. There are no people at all.

- - What? - Dasha asked.

- - Than jerk off - let me fuck you better ...

- - Yes, you ohrenel? The father will fuck you ...

- - We'll see.

He folded both seats at once and, turning to the floor, unceremoniously laid a hand on Dasha’s knee.

- - Take your hands off, asshole ...

The second hand has already taken the girl by the hair and her face was near Igor's face. He raised his hand from his knee and began to paw his chest through his clothes. The girl began to fight back, but Igor was stronger and more sober. The straps of the dress are pulled from the shoulders to the arms, and now he is already pawing her chest, frankly ignoring her weak blows. Soon the nipples began to swell. Igor was even surprised. And then slapped her cheek - not much, but noticeable. She stared at him.

- - Whore, stop breaking.

The driver's hand climbed under the dress. It was harder to squeeze between the knees than to get to the pubis and pussy. He was hardly surprised when it was wet.

- - You like it ... admit it ... douche.

Dasha turned red as far as it was possible with such a volume of alcohol in the blood ...

- - Come on already, do not break. - with these words, she unbuttoned his fly and tilted Dasha to the zipper itself. An instant later, Igor's friend appeared outside. It should be noted not the most modest.

- - I will not do it. - Skua - she hissed through her teeth. - You fucked up.

- - Ok, if you don’t want it in your mouth - it will be in the ass. - as if nothing had happened said the guy.

With these words, he raised her from the fly and with his second hand began to turn her back to him. In the car - it was spacious, but not comfortable. He opened the door and went out. I walked around the car, opened the second door and took Dasha by the hair ... she was shouting something, but it made no difference to Igor. Pulling her out of the car by the hair, turned her back to him. Pulled up the dress. The girl screamed mats and threats.

- - What did you want? - the driver said evil.

With these words, he put her face down on the seat and began to slap the member on the ass, holding hands. And then with one hand I pushed the buttocks apart and put my finger between the buttocks ... She frantically clutched her ass ...

- - In vain you are. Only it will be more painful.

The finger pressed hard on the hole and did not quickly go inside. From Dashinoy chest roared. Fingers became two. The roar grew louder. Igor let go of her hands and took his ass. He took out his fingers and sent a member in their place. Two hands pushing the buttocks - began to press a member. Making small stubborn movements until he was inside.

- - Yes! Always wanted to do it. - he laughed.

And a sharp movement planted all the way and more and more. He did not notice how the roar turned first into whining, and then into frank moans. Dasha's hands dug into the seat. She no longer resisted. Breathing hard, she moved her ass to meet. Igor began to fuck her with long sharp movements. Pulling the nose out of the seat Dasha groaned

- - Ebi me whore ...

A few more movements and Igor Konchil. Right in the ass. Poelozil a little more until the member became softer. Pulled out. Buttoned up his pants and walked around the car. Dasha crawled into her seat. Cosmetics - smeared, cheeks-red.

- - Like in the ass? - asked the rapist, taking his seat.

“Silk ...” she answered quietly and blushed even more.

They drove home silently.