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Hairy Arab Gay Taxi Driver Hookup – A Wild Ride Through the Night

The city never slept, and neither did Kareem. He had spent the night at a club, dancing, drinking, and watching men move in the dark haze of flashing lights. But now, at 3 AM, he was tired, buzzed, and in need of a ride home.

He stepped out onto the curb, waving down a taxi. The car rolled up smoothly, its headlights cutting through the misty night air. He slid into the backseat, exhaling as he leaned against the worn leather.

“Where to?” The voice was deep, thick with an accent that sent a shiver down Kareem’s spine.

He looked up. The driver was a beast of a man—broad shoulders, thick arms gripping the wheel, his beard full and dark, contrasting against the gold chain resting against the deep V of his tight shirt. His arms, covered in dark hair, flexed as he shifted gears.

“Al-Madina Street,” Kareem said, unable to keep his eyes from trailing down to the man’s strong hands.

🔥 Tension in the Rearview Mirror 🔥

As the car moved through the empty streets, the only sound was the faint hum of the engine and the occasional flick of the blinker. Kareem shifted in his seat, watching the driver in the rearview mirror.

The man met his gaze. Held it.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You keep looking at me like that, habibi, you’re gonna make me miss a turn.”

Kareem felt his pulse quicken. “Maybe I want you to.”

The driver let out a low chuckle. His hand dropped from the wheel for a second, adjusting himself in his seat. “You sure about that?”

Kareem licked his lips. “Pull over.”

🔥 Dark Alley, No Witnesses 🔥

The taxi rolled to a stop in a quiet alley, hidden between shadowy buildings. The driver turned in his seat, eyes raking over Kareem’s body.

“Get in the front,” he ordered.

Kareem didn’t hesitate. He climbed over the center console, his body brushing against the driver’s. He barely had time to settle before a strong, hairy arm reached out, gripping the back of his neck.

The kiss was instant—hot, hungry, demanding. Beards scraped against each other as the driver’s free hand roamed Kareem’s chest, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.

“Been wanting to do this since you got in my car,” the driver growled, pulling Kareem onto his lap.

Kareem straddled him, grinding against the hard bulge pressing up against him. The scent of leather, sweat, and cologne filled his senses, making his head spin.

🔥 No Seatbelt, No Barriers 🔥

The driver reached down, yanking Kareem’s shirt up and over his head, revealing his smooth, toned chest. His hands trailed lower, gripping Kareem’s thighs, spreading them wider.

“You gonna take me raw?” Kareem whispered against his lips.

The driver let out a deep groan, his fingers digging into Kareem’s hips. “You already know the answer to that.”

The next few moments were a blur of hands, mouths, and heated breaths. The driver’s strong arms lifted Kareem with ease, positioning him exactly where he wanted. The car rocked slightly as they moved together, their bodies colliding in pure, raw heat.

Every thrust, every groan, every whispered curse sent Kareem closer to the edge. He gripped the driver’s shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure consumed him.

“Fuck,” the driver grunted, gripping Kareem’s hair and pulling his head back. “You feel too good.”

Kareem moaned, his back arching, his body surrendering completely.

🔥 The Wildest Ride 🔥

The pace was relentless, the pleasure overwhelming. The driver’s grip tightened as he pounded into Kareem, sweat dripping down his forehead.

The car windows fogged up, the scent of sex thick in the air. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with ragged breathing, each movement more desperate than the last.

Kareem’s body trembled as he reached his peak, his moans muffled against the driver’s chest. Seconds later, the driver groaned deeply, his body tensing as he spilled inside him.

For a moment, they just sat there, bodies tangled, chests rising and falling in sync.

The driver chuckled, brushing a hand over Kareem’s thigh. “Damn, I need more passengers like you.”

Kareem grinned, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “Next time, don’t charge me for the ride.”

The driver smirked. “Oh, you paid me in full, habibi.”

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