Candice was only too happy to join me in the cab in order to suck my dick during the ride. I had had enough of the mall and felt I needed to relax and recover.
I sent the cab driver a “Mind your own business” intimidating mental message before grappling with Candice’s tits in the back seat, pushing my hands up inside her tight lycra top. Her breasts were small but lovely and soft.
“Would you mind, sir, if I sucked your penis while we travel?” she asked sweetly, convinced that this was her own idea.
“I don’t lnow…” I replied, tweaking her nipples.
“Oh please… I don’t know why, but I would really love to taste your cock! I know its a lot to ask, but please”, she repeated and looked ready to cry if I refused.
“Oh, go on then, but don't go spitting it out when I cum in your mouth”.
She smiled delightedly and dived straight into my lap, unbuttoning and unzipping in haste. I lifted my ass so that she could haul everything down then she was on it, sucking and bobbing straight away.
Ah bliss.
The journey I reckoned would take us 20 to 30 minutes. Just about right, given my wealth of experience of the last few days. However, Candice was still sucking diligently when we pulled into the gravel drive with me just about to cum. The driver waited, forcing himself to look straight ahead, unwilling to interrupt or look at us.
With a little digging in her mind, I discovered Candice’s favourite food was Italian, and swapped the taste of cum for that of marinara sauce in her head. I then mentally suppressed her gag reflex for her as I pushed her head firmly onto my cock so that her lips encircled the base, then delighted her when I finally jettisoned a load of delicious cum down her throat.
Eventually, weary, I got out and told the driver to take Candice home then turned and knocked the door.
