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A black leather jacket, worn just right, hugged his wide shoulders. Dark jeans, heavy boots. His hair was long, pulled back in a knot, and he had a look in his eyes that said he knew things I didn’t. A scar cut a thin line through his eyebrow. He was a bad man, I thought. And my stomach twisted with a strange, dark excitement.
He didn’t look at anyone else. His eyes, dark like midnight, found mine across the room. A slow, knowing smile reached his lips. My heart, which had been so bored just moments ago, started to beat against my ribs. I didn’t smile back, just held his gaze like a silent dare.
Fucking Me In Leather On His Motorcycle
He walked over to where I was sitting. He didn’t say a word, he just stood over my table. The air around him felt different, thick with something wild. He held out a hand, not for a dance, but as an invitation. I put my hand in his, and his grip was strong and rough. But I didn’t ask where we were going. I just went with him.
Outside, parked right under a dim streetlamp, was his motorcycle. A big, black beast of a machine. He nodded towards it, his eyes still dark and still asking. I understood and didn’t hesitate. My hands, a little shaky, found the cool metal of the gas tank. I leaned over, my body bending, my short skirt shifting. The engine was still warm. I felt him right behind me, his big body pressing against mine as he pulled down my panties and unzipped his pants. The leather of his jacket brushed my back.
He didn’t speak. Just a low growl, a sound that vibrated through me. His hands found my hips, his strong fingers digging in and pulling me closer still, locking me against him. I knew what was coming. I wanted it. Then I felt his cock, hard and urgent, pushing into my pussy with a sudden force that made me gasp. It was rough and it was fast. Just the hard push and pull, and the steady rhythm against the bike.
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