Motorcycle Ride

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I looked up when I heard the deep rumble of the bike turning off the highway. I felt the vibrations in my body when it pulled up behind me at the fast station. I pulled my eyes away from it before the rider turned it off, and watched the money tick up on my gas pump.The rumbling stopped and I sighed, missing the thrum in my body. I glanced back and saw the rider dismount, his thick thigh swinging over the seat as he got off. He reached for his helmet and took it off, running his hand through his short, dark hair before placing his helmet in his seat.I noticed him noticing me then. How he slowly looked up my body, and back down before going to fill his tank. I felt his eyes burning a hole in my ass Atalar Escort and flushed, trying not to stare at him. My tank was full and I heard a throat clear when I hung the pump up. I glanced over and saw his face then. His dark beard covered most of it but I locked eyes with the bluest ones I had ever seen. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched his hand come up and stroke his beard.“Hey, baby girl. Wanna go for a ride?” His deep voice went straight to my pussy, dampening my panties. I smiled.“I’m not really dressed for it.” I laughed, gesturing to my sundress and sandals.He grinned.“You’re dressed for some fun, just offering some.” I studied him as he stood there and Atalar Escort Bayan grinned at me. I looked around at the empty gas station and back at him.“Let me move my car.” I smiled back at him and got back in my car. I moved to the side of the parking lot and took a deep breath as I put it in park, grabbed my purse, and stepped out of my car. He was waiting for me, helmet in his lap as he straddled his massive bike between his legs. He held it out for me, grinning. I shoved it on my head and put my purse across my shoulder before slipping onto the bike behind him.I sat on the back of my dress so it wouldn’t fly up and held onto his waist, as he started off. I held Escort Atalar on more tightly, as he went faster, joining traffic on the highway. My hands splayed across his stomach, stroking slightly the faster we went.My pussy was soaked, I was afraid I’d ruin his bike seat with my juices. The rumble of the bike hit my core and this big, hard man was just sitting in front of me, mine for the taking.I pushed my breasts into his back, grinding into his seat as my hands trailed down his lap. I brought them back up to his chest and pulled him back into my breasts, making sure he felt my hard nipples. My hands made their way to his thighs and gripped them tightly. He shifted in his seat and I felt one of his hands appear in my lap, and laughed. I watched him find the hem of my skirt before I grabbed it and placed it where I wanted. Under my panties and right on my wet slit. He rubbed his fingers up and down me before he found my clit and started rubbing me roughly.

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