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road, and anyone could see us. I just want skin to skin.
Lifting his arms, he pulls his shirt off, immediately reaching down and removing my singlet, freeing my brea sts at the same time. With our shirts off, we press our chests together, wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms as I rock myself against him.
“Pants off baby. I need to be inside you. I need you now or I’m going to fucking explode.”
He reaches down and undoes the button and zip of my jeans, before lifting me up and swinging my legs to the side like I’m a rag doll. Kissing whatever bare skin his mouth can reach, he reaches down and removes my boots, throwing them to the ground.
“Take them off,” he growls into my ear, pulling at the waistband of my jeans.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bring my legs up, and stand in front of him on his bike. “You take them off,” I tell him, my voice husky and filled with lust as I balance in front of him, my pussy right in front of his face.
He looks up at me. His face fills with such carnal need that I feel my clit pulse. I’m throbbing with desire, and I need him to make me cum. Hooking his fingers into my waistband, he pulls my jeans down over my hips, and I lift my feet to help him, allowing them to drop on the ground beside us.
Now I’m standing, gloriously naked, on the front of his bike, his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders as he practically fucks my body with his eyes. He pulls me toward him, with a growl.
“Oh baby, I’ve been dreaming about that sweet-tasting cunt of yours all night. I need to taste it again.”
My knees almost buckle as he slips his tongue between my folds and finds my clit. Fuck . I jolt. He has a really long tongue. I feel the stud in his tongue, brushing against my clit as he reaches my opening, lapping up my juices like it’s the nectar from the gods.
“Holy shit,” I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I force myself to stay standing. “Fuck!” I yell, my orgasm building inside me, ready to burst forth with one last brush of his tongue. The intensity of my orgasm causes me to lose my ability to stand, but Cole has me. He’s ready for me.
Just as I scream, he grips my hips harder and brings me down on top of his cock. I gasp out, completely impaled, then wrap my legs around his hips and grind.
He groans. “Fuck. Me.” Our eyes lock, our faces only an inch apart as he guides my hips, up and down the length of his shaft. “Taste yourself,” he whispers, bringing his mouth to mine, sharing my juices with me as his tongue slides along mine.
I whimper into his mouth as he moans into mine, my own orgasm building again as I increase my movement. Panting, I struggle to maintain lip contact as my body spasms around his and white lights burst behind my eyes. He lets out a deep groan as he spills himself inside me. His cock pulsing between my thighs.
Neither of us speaks. We just hold each other, and he drops his head against my chest, gently kissing the flesh of my breasts as he catches his breath. As we both catch our breath.
We get lost in the moment, touching each other, kissing, stroking. Neither of us really thinks about the fact that we’re still sitting on the side of the street. Well, not until a truck come s sailing past, honking its horn at us as the driver yells obscenities out the window.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, jumping off his lap and the bike, scrambling about the ground for my clothes. “Fuck. What the hell are we even doing?” I pull on my jeans and singlet as fast as I can, before stuffing my feet back into my boots. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you fuck me on the side of the road? I’m not one of your fuck dolls Cole! Jesus Christ.” After being caught, what we just did feels sordid – cheap. It was wrong, all wrong. I came here to change, and here I am, fucking some guy I barely know. Fuck, maybe I should just join the whores and the strippers of the club. At least I’d know what I was doing
Lifting his arms, he pulls his shirt off, immediately reaching down and removing my singlet, freeing my brea sts at the same time. With our shirts off, we press our chests together, wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms as I rock myself against him.
“Pants off baby. I need to be inside you. I need you now or I’m going to fucking explode.”
He reaches down and undoes the button and zip of my jeans, before lifting me up and swinging my legs to the side like I’m a rag doll. Kissing whatever bare skin his mouth can reach, he reaches down and removes my boots, throwing them to the ground.
“Take them off,” he growls into my ear, pulling at the waistband of my jeans.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bring my legs up, and stand in front of him on his bike. “You take them off,” I tell him, my voice husky and filled with lust as I balance in front of him, my pussy right in front of his face.
He looks up at me. His face fills with such carnal need that I feel my clit pulse. I’m throbbing with desire, and I need him to make me cum. Hooking his fingers into my waistband, he pulls my jeans down over my hips, and I lift my feet to help him, allowing them to drop on the ground beside us.
Now I’m standing, gloriously naked, on the front of his bike, his hands on my hips and mine on his shoulders as he practically fucks my body with his eyes. He pulls me toward him, with a growl.
“Oh baby, I’ve been dreaming about that sweet-tasting cunt of yours all night. I need to taste it again.”
My knees almost buckle as he slips his tongue between my folds and finds my clit. Fuck . I jolt. He has a really long tongue. I feel the stud in his tongue, brushing against my clit as he reaches my opening, lapping up my juices like it’s the nectar from the gods.
“Holy shit,” I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I force myself to stay standing. “Fuck!” I yell, my orgasm building inside me, ready to burst forth with one last brush of his tongue. The intensity of my orgasm causes me to lose my ability to stand, but Cole has me. He’s ready for me.
Just as I scream, he grips my hips harder and brings me down on top of his cock. I gasp out, completely impaled, then wrap my legs around his hips and grind.
He groans. “Fuck. Me.” Our eyes lock, our faces only an inch apart as he guides my hips, up and down the length of his shaft. “Taste yourself,” he whispers, bringing his mouth to mine, sharing my juices with me as his tongue slides along mine.
I whimper into his mouth as he moans into mine, my own orgasm building again as I increase my movement. Panting, I struggle to maintain lip contact as my body spasms around his and white lights burst behind my eyes. He lets out a deep groan as he spills himself inside me. His cock pulsing between my thighs.
Neither of us speaks. We just hold each other, and he drops his head against my chest, gently kissing the flesh of my breasts as he catches his breath. As we both catch our breath.
We get lost in the moment, touching each other, kissing, stroking. Neither of us really thinks about the fact that we’re still sitting on the side of the street. Well, not until a truck come s sailing past, honking its horn at us as the driver yells obscenities out the window.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, jumping off his lap and the bike, scrambling about the ground for my clothes. “Fuck. What the hell are we even doing?” I pull on my jeans and singlet as fast as I can, before stuffing my feet back into my boots. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you fuck me on the side of the road? I’m not one of your fuck dolls Cole! Jesus Christ.” After being caught, what we just did feels sordid – cheap. It was wrong, all wrong. I came here to change, and here I am, fucking some guy I barely know. Fuck, maybe I should just join the whores and the strippers of the club. At least I’d know what I was doing
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