Bike ride

The bike called to her and she answered. That chrome caught the light, curves and power in every line, and her pulse answered. She swung a leg over the saddle, but the hunger hit fast and hard. No ride today. Her fingers slipped beneath her panties, found slick heat, and sank in. She worked herself on the seat, knees spread wide, breath short. Every stroke made her cunt wetter, slick sounds rising with each pump of her wrist. She rode her own hand instead, rocking on the machine she never got to start.