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Authors: Camilla Pierce
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another man came forward, revving the engine again.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, to the men’s delight. Tux was next in the line, and he looked into my eyes, smiling, as he revved the engine as well. I was thrusting against the seat and sliding up and down faster now, relishing every buzz that rocked against my clit, craving the deep vibration of the engine.
I felt the familiar pressure in my pussy as the fourth man approached and revved the engine again. I moaned and fell forward, grabbing at the metal between the seat and the handles. At this point, I was doubled over, thighs clenched around the bike seat as the fifth man walked up and revved the engine again. My tits were pressed against the bike now, and the vibrations against my nipples enhanced the experience until I was moaning constantly, riding the bike seat, trying to get even closer to the vibrations as they tingled against my clit and my pussy.
I felt my pussy dripping and worried for a second about the bike seat, but at that point the sixth man came up and revved the engine. The constant fluctuations of the vibrations against my pussy were driving me crazy, and I looked up with pleading eyes as the seventh man revved the engine again, sending me into a frenzy.
Each time they revved the engine, I felt myself get close to climaxing, but it would return to neutral each time and leave me desperate, panting, needing more. As the eighth, and then the ninth, man each came up and revved the engine, I was left practically grinding against the leather seat; finally, as the tenth man came up and revved the engine, I begged him with my eyes not to stop until I came. He revved the engine and I moaned.
“Oh, please, please, fuck, please,” I cried out, but the engine returned to neutral just the same. I looked around at the group, needing release, pressing my pussy and clit against the seat as hard as I could, needing one final push to finally come. That’s when Cash came and stood directly in front of me, hands on the handles.
“Please, let me come,” I begged. He gave me his half-smile and I moaned. Then, he revved the engine again and kept it in gear longer, just long enough so that my clit finally released the pressure inside me, sending shocks of pleasure through my body as I ground my body against the seat, crying out, “oh fuck yes, fuck yes, FUCK,” feeling my pussy clench and release my juices all over the leather seat.
As I collapsed against the bike, Cash leaned over and turned it off. The men applauded as Cash helped me off the seat. I was still shaking from my orgasm, and when I felt a pair of strange hands on my body I leaned back into them. It was Wolf, and he was caressing my ass, which was slightly sore from the vibrations. His touch ignited my desire again as I felt his fingers slipping into my wet slit. I moaned and pressed harder against him as another man approached me, his dick already out.
Automatically, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it gently. A third man approached me from the other side, and I grabbed his dick with my other hand. I could feel Wolf probing my drenched pussy with his fingers and was surprised by how much I wanted more; maybe Cash was right. I should just enjoy myself. I leaned over so that my face was level with the two cocks I was holding. I took the first man’s cock in my mouth. Looking up, I recognized him as an older member, who was missing teeth, known as Hundo.
I sucked on his cock while still stroking the other man’s cock, then switched, licking and sucking on the other man’s cock. I realized this was Jackamo, one of the younger men in the crew. Behind me, I heard Wolf unzipping and wiggled my ass, wanting his cock inside me, wanting to continue the feelings I had experienced on the bike. As I felt his cock press against my slit, I moaned. Wolf was big; not as big as Cash, but maybe thicker.
I pressed harder against him and had to take my mouth off
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, to the men’s delight. Tux was next in the line, and he looked into my eyes, smiling, as he revved the engine as well. I was thrusting against the seat and sliding up and down faster now, relishing every buzz that rocked against my clit, craving the deep vibration of the engine.
I felt the familiar pressure in my pussy as the fourth man approached and revved the engine again. I moaned and fell forward, grabbing at the metal between the seat and the handles. At this point, I was doubled over, thighs clenched around the bike seat as the fifth man walked up and revved the engine again. My tits were pressed against the bike now, and the vibrations against my nipples enhanced the experience until I was moaning constantly, riding the bike seat, trying to get even closer to the vibrations as they tingled against my clit and my pussy.
I felt my pussy dripping and worried for a second about the bike seat, but at that point the sixth man came up and revved the engine. The constant fluctuations of the vibrations against my pussy were driving me crazy, and I looked up with pleading eyes as the seventh man revved the engine again, sending me into a frenzy.
Each time they revved the engine, I felt myself get close to climaxing, but it would return to neutral each time and leave me desperate, panting, needing more. As the eighth, and then the ninth, man each came up and revved the engine, I was left practically grinding against the leather seat; finally, as the tenth man came up and revved the engine, I begged him with my eyes not to stop until I came. He revved the engine and I moaned.
“Oh, please, please, fuck, please,” I cried out, but the engine returned to neutral just the same. I looked around at the group, needing release, pressing my pussy and clit against the seat as hard as I could, needing one final push to finally come. That’s when Cash came and stood directly in front of me, hands on the handles.
“Please, let me come,” I begged. He gave me his half-smile and I moaned. Then, he revved the engine again and kept it in gear longer, just long enough so that my clit finally released the pressure inside me, sending shocks of pleasure through my body as I ground my body against the seat, crying out, “oh fuck yes, fuck yes, FUCK,” feeling my pussy clench and release my juices all over the leather seat.
As I collapsed against the bike, Cash leaned over and turned it off. The men applauded as Cash helped me off the seat. I was still shaking from my orgasm, and when I felt a pair of strange hands on my body I leaned back into them. It was Wolf, and he was caressing my ass, which was slightly sore from the vibrations. His touch ignited my desire again as I felt his fingers slipping into my wet slit. I moaned and pressed harder against him as another man approached me, his dick already out.
Automatically, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it gently. A third man approached me from the other side, and I grabbed his dick with my other hand. I could feel Wolf probing my drenched pussy with his fingers and was surprised by how much I wanted more; maybe Cash was right. I should just enjoy myself. I leaned over so that my face was level with the two cocks I was holding. I took the first man’s cock in my mouth. Looking up, I recognized him as an older member, who was missing teeth, known as Hundo.
I sucked on his cock while still stroking the other man’s cock, then switched, licking and sucking on the other man’s cock. I realized this was Jackamo, one of the younger men in the crew. Behind me, I heard Wolf unzipping and wiggled my ass, wanting his cock inside me, wanting to continue the feelings I had experienced on the bike. As I felt his cock press against my slit, I moaned. Wolf was big; not as big as Cash, but maybe thicker.
I pressed harder against him and had to take my mouth off
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