Banged By the Bikers

Privileged young Poppy was a college student from a well off family. Her boyfriend was frankly loaded but money wasn't everything; he was pretty useless in bed. As the nubile nineteen year old brought herself off yet again, her boyfriend snoring beside her, her mental image was of her fantasy man, a tall, dark and rough stranger in leathers. When Lawrence surprises her with a Harley Davidson ride along Route 66, little do they realise that she was soon to meet her fantasy; and be taken by him.

Extract:

Three weeks in to the tour and Poppy was suffering. She didn't have a problem with stiffness or anything like that. What she hadn't considered is just how horny the whole thing would make her. The powerful machine throbbing between her thighs, along with the feel and smell of the leather jacket next to her skin was driving her mad. It was steamy hot in rural Kansas and she had recently shed her jeans in favour of a leather miniskirt. It was not the most elegant of garments for a bike she realised but it kept a good draught of cool air flowing around her hot pussy; which was a relief.

It was mid-afternoon when Lawrence decided it was time for another break. Pulling into the car park of a roadside bar, he pulled up next to a couple of other bikes and put the Harley on its side stand. The bikes were similar to his own, he noted. Just not as new and shiny. Poppy climbed off the pillion, unzipped her jacket to let her sweat-drenched crop top breathe and stretched, before leading the way inside.