Rajvinder's Private Ride

Rajvinder slid into the plush leather seat of the private SUV, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft thud that sealed them in from the city's evening hum. Victor Lang, her father's longtime business partner, sat across from her, his tailored suit crisp despite the late hour. At twenty-eight, Rajvinder ran her own marketing firm with sharp precision, never one to defer. "Another deal sealed, Victor? You look like the cat that swallowed the canary," she said, crossing her legs in her fitted dress. He chuckled, eyes twinkling. "Only if the canary is your father's latest venture. But you, Raj, always steal the show."

The vehicle pulled away smoothly, partition up for privacy. Victor leaned forward, voice dropping. "Tell me, what's your bra size?" The question hung bold, yet his grin invited her wit. Rajvinder arched a brow, unfazed. "Thirty-four C, and why the sudden curiosity? Planning to buy me lingerie as a merger gift?" She laughed, but heat flickered in her gaze. He countered, "Maybe I want to know what fits under that confident exterior. You're not like the others, Rajvinder—strong, direct."

Tension thickened as the SUV hummed along. She uncrossed her legs slowly, meeting his stare. "Direct? Then let's skip the games. You're hard already, aren't you?" Victor shifted, adjusting himself. "Guilty. And you're wet thinking about it." Their banter sparked: she teased his age and experience, he praised her fire. Hands brushed, then lingered. Rajvinder pulled him closer, lips crashing in a kiss that tasted of whiskey and desire.

Clothes loosened amid panting breaths. She freed his cock, stroking the hard length. "Impressive," she murmured, lowering to give a blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. Victor's hands explored her ass, fingers dipping to her dripping pussy. "Horny for your dad's partner?" he quipped. "Only if you can handle it," she shot back, strong and in control.

Rajvinder straddled him in the seat, guiding his cock into her wet pussy. They moved together, sweating bodies grinding in rhythm. "Fuck, you're tight," he panted. She rode harder, witty retorts mixing with moans: "And you're not half bad for an old business shark." He thrust up, hitting deep, her ass slapping against him.

Climax built fast. She came first, pussy clenching as cum coated his cock. Victor followed, groaning her name, spilling inside. They collapsed, breathing heavy, the SUV's leather slick with sweat. Rajvinder smirked, buttoning up. "Round one in the car. Imagine what boardroom secrets we'll unlock next."

The vehicle slowed at her drop-off, but the air crackled with unfinished business.