The motorcycle engine screams as they
race up the highway. Her miniskirt rides high up her naked thighs and her slick
lips slide against the leather seat.
She squeezes him harder around the
waist. Faster she urges. The engine hits 5000 revs. Perfect, just a bit more.
She tries desperately not to squirm. She
slides herself closer to him, pressing her pussy into the delicious vibrations
bubbling up through the framework of the bike. He backs off the throttle and
then surges forward again. Yes! That’s it!
Her fingers bite into his chest, holding
him tight. Sweet machinations.
By Prerafaelite © copyright August 2001.
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