Wild ride

James Brossman pulled his bike up to Bellina’s curb, the engine still warm between his thighs. He wasn’t giving lifts for free. She understood the price: a ride on his cock in return. Bellina grinned, hopped off the seat, and peeled her clothes down. She spread on the low garden wall, legs open. James dropped to his knees, tongue working fast over her wet cunt, tasting every slick fold. She grabbed his hair, pulled him deeper until her breath hitched. Then she slid off the stones, went to her knees, and took his hard dick in her mouth, sucking deep until her cheeks hollowed. James lifted her, bent her over the bike’s seat, and drove into her. He fucked her hard, hips slapping her ass, her cunt gripping him with every thrust. When he pulled out, Bellina stayed on her knees, mouth open, ready. He came across her face, thick streaks hitting her lips and tongue. Both of them caught their breath. The ride had been worth it.