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Desperados MC
By Sienna Valentine
Copyright © 201 4 Sienna Valentine
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Author's Note
In appreciation of all of my regular readers, I will be providing a discount for all new releases for 48 hours. I'll email the discount to everyone on my mailing list , so please join if you want to hear about my future book launches and these sales. NO SPAM GUARANTEE. I will only email about new releases and discounts. You can also feel free to email me at [email protected] with any thoughts about this or future titles, or follow me on twitter @Sienna_Erotica . Thanks for reading and I hope to hear from you!
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"Now THAT is a fine piece of ass," Troy remarked.
Dax just shook his head in admiration. "Hot fucking damn," he agreed.
"Just give me five minutes between those legs and I'll make that girl into a woman."
"I think those tits prove she's already a woman," Dax said. "I'd like five minutes with those."
Madison , the new bartender at the Drunken Skull biker bar smiled as the two men discussed her as if she wasn't only two feet away. She was pretty proud of her big tits. She could feel them pressing against the cotton fabric of her shirt and lifting it ever so slightly up past her waist, exposing her belly every time she even remotely bent or twisted her body. And she had no problem letting these two ogle her - in fact, she kept finding excuses to bend over or shake her torso, causing her braless tits to wiggle wildly until she stopped moving. And she was happy they noticed her ass, too. She'd worn short cut offs on purpose this evening in the hopes of drawing attention to that, as well. She didn't spend so much time doing squats and lunges just to keep her butt to herself.
She bustled past the older men, taking orders from two younger guys that looked like they'd wandered in here by mistake. Clean cut and wearing polo shirts, asking for imported beer. Totally not her type, but they'd probably tip well. When she was done, she wandered back down to the other side of the bar where the two older bikers were still casting overt glances at her and making comments. Did they think her big tits made her deaf, or were they hoping she would hear? Either way, she didn't care. Her thighs were rubbing slickly together and she knew sweat from the hot bar wasn't the sole cause. It had been months since she'd been properly fucked, and the testosterone in this bar was off the chart.
Madison picked up a glass and started to wipe it down with a cloth she had fastened to her pants as she regarded the men. She'd only been working here a couple of nights, but she was already familiar with the two regulars. Troy was probably in his early forties. His face was weathered and tanned, but handsome enough. He had striking blue eyes and a thin, wiry frame. He wore his leather jacket with the sleeves pushed up in this heat, and his arms were covered in tattoos - from what she could tell one arm had a motorcycle on it and the other a topless woman. He also had a scar under his left eye that extended down almost to his lip, but it looked like it had healed over years ago.
Dax was a bit younger, but only by a few years. He had a thicker build, but was much more handsome. His face was shadowed with at least a day's worth of growth, but it only made him seem even more rugged than he already was. His arms were covered, but Madison saw tattoos that extended up from his shirt along his neck, almost to his jawbone. His head was completely hairless, but from far away you couldn't tell because of a dark skull tattoo that covered his entire head, making it almost look like hair until you got up close. He
By Sienna Valentine
Copyright © 201 4 Sienna Valentine
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Author's Note
In appreciation of all of my regular readers, I will be providing a discount for all new releases for 48 hours. I'll email the discount to everyone on my mailing list , so please join if you want to hear about my future book launches and these sales. NO SPAM GUARANTEE. I will only email about new releases and discounts. You can also feel free to email me at [email protected] with any thoughts about this or future titles, or follow me on twitter @Sienna_Erotica . Thanks for reading and I hope to hear from you!
Click here to see my entire catalog on Amazon!
"Now THAT is a fine piece of ass," Troy remarked.
Dax just shook his head in admiration. "Hot fucking damn," he agreed.
"Just give me five minutes between those legs and I'll make that girl into a woman."
"I think those tits prove she's already a woman," Dax said. "I'd like five minutes with those."
Madison , the new bartender at the Drunken Skull biker bar smiled as the two men discussed her as if she wasn't only two feet away. She was pretty proud of her big tits. She could feel them pressing against the cotton fabric of her shirt and lifting it ever so slightly up past her waist, exposing her belly every time she even remotely bent or twisted her body. And she had no problem letting these two ogle her - in fact, she kept finding excuses to bend over or shake her torso, causing her braless tits to wiggle wildly until she stopped moving. And she was happy they noticed her ass, too. She'd worn short cut offs on purpose this evening in the hopes of drawing attention to that, as well. She didn't spend so much time doing squats and lunges just to keep her butt to herself.
She bustled past the older men, taking orders from two younger guys that looked like they'd wandered in here by mistake. Clean cut and wearing polo shirts, asking for imported beer. Totally not her type, but they'd probably tip well. When she was done, she wandered back down to the other side of the bar where the two older bikers were still casting overt glances at her and making comments. Did they think her big tits made her deaf, or were they hoping she would hear? Either way, she didn't care. Her thighs were rubbing slickly together and she knew sweat from the hot bar wasn't the sole cause. It had been months since she'd been properly fucked, and the testosterone in this bar was off the chart.
Madison picked up a glass and started to wipe it down with a cloth she had fastened to her pants as she regarded the men. She'd only been working here a couple of nights, but she was already familiar with the two regulars. Troy was probably in his early forties. His face was weathered and tanned, but handsome enough. He had striking blue eyes and a thin, wiry frame. He wore his leather jacket with the sleeves pushed up in this heat, and his arms were covered in tattoos - from what she could tell one arm had a motorcycle on it and the other a topless woman. He also had a scar under his left eye that extended down almost to his lip, but it looked like it had healed over years ago.
Dax was a bit younger, but only by a few years. He had a thicker build, but was much more handsome. His face was shadowed with at least a day's worth of growth, but it only made him seem even more rugged than he already was. His arms were covered, but Madison saw tattoos that extended up from his shirt along his neck, almost to his jawbone. His head was completely hairless, but from far away you couldn't tell because of a dark skull tattoo that covered his entire head, making it almost look like hair until you got up close. He
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