Go, Johnny, Go!

Johnny Cadillac had girls trailing behind his motorbike like perfume on a warm night. Most got close. Chi-Chi took it further. She pulled up beside him in the diner parking lot, skirt barely covering the tops of her stockings, blonde hair pinned in curls that wouldn’t last long. He kissed her hard, back against the chrome, and her hand slid straight into his jeans. Inside the narrow booth, her lips closed around his cock while the milkshake melted beside them. Later, she leaned over the jukebox with her panties around one ankle. He spread her open and slid into her ass, slow at first, then deeper, her moans mixing with the low thump of the bass. She turned just in time for the finish, taking the thick ropes across her tongue and over her lips. A smear of red lipstick still clung to the corner of her mouth when she smiled.