The Private Ride

Rajvinder slid into the back seat of the sleek black SUV, her silk blouse clinging to her curves as the door clicked shut behind her. At twenty-eight, she ran her father's import empire with sharp wit and zero tolerance for nonsense. Across from her sat Marcus Hale, her father's oldest business partner, a man whose silver-streaked hair and tailored suit screamed power. The vehicle pulled away from the airport, tinted windows sealing them in privacy. "So, Raj," Marcus began with a smirk, "your father mentioned you'd handle the new contract. But I have to ask—purely for the fitting of that custom leather seat you insisted on—what's your bra size?" Rajvinder arched an eyebrow, crossing her legs slowly. "Marcus, that's bold even for you. My bra size isn't on the agenda, but if we're negotiating, let's talk numbers that matter—like the profit margins." He chuckled, leaning forward. "Humor me. It's for research. Or maybe I just like seeing you blush." She didn't blush; instead, she met his gaze with fire. "Thirty-six D, if you must know. Now, are we discussing the deal or your sudden interest in lingerie?" The tension thickened as the SUV hummed along the highway. Marcus shifted closer on the leather seat. "Thirty-six D suits you. Makes me wonder what else you're hiding under that blouse." Rajvinder laughed, sharp and playful. "Flattery won't close this deal, but it might earn you a glimpse—if you can keep up." Her hand brushed his knee, testing the waters. He grinned. "Challenge accepted. I've wanted you since that boardroom standoff last year." She leaned in, her breath warm. "Then prove it. No games." Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing with witty banter breaking between breaths. "You're insufferable," she murmured, unbuttoning his shirt. "And you're dripping already," he countered, fingers tracing her thigh. Clothes shed in the confined space, sweat beading on skin. Rajvinder straddled him, her pussy wet and dripping as she guided his hard cock inside her. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, panting. She rode him with strength, ass grinding down. "Harder, Marcus—show me what you've got." He thrust up, hands on her hips. She gave him a blowjob first, lips wrapping his cock until he came, cum spilling as she swallowed with a wink. They switched, him pounding her pussy from behind in the seat, both sweating and horny. She climaxed with a cry, body shuddering. "That was just the start," Rajvinder whispered, pulling him close again. The SUV turned a corner, hinting at more encounters ahead.