I should’ve known he was trouble when he walked in that door. All bad boy in leather made my pussy sing. I was a young college student and very innocent. When he looked at me, I felt like he wanted to eat me up. I was only bartending for the summer at my dad’s dive bar. I would’ve never guessed that I could learn so much in such a short time. He asked me out and I refused. He asked me again and I did it again. Man, was he pissed. The bar was empty the third time. I could see the rage on his face and the tension in his jaw. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me outside, dumping me next to his bike. He had a huge bulge in his chaps and I knew he wanted me bad. I found myself face down over his saddlebags with my skirt over my head as he ripped off my panties. I felt his big cock violate me, pushing between my pretty waxed lips. I moaned as he pumped me, not fighting him. After that, bike sex became our norm. I’d give him blowjobs on the bike. He’d put me in front of him and fuck me as we flew down the highway, blasting me full of jizz as he went through the gears. I never saw him again after that summer but even now, when I hear the vibration of a big Harley, my pussy still gets wet.
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