Dressed in leather, I knew she came from lace.
Oh she tried to act hard with her thigh high leather boots and her dark red lip stick. She was so transparent.
We all could see the excitement in her eyes. We have seen it many times.
It’s the silent call of the biker life. The wild inhibition. The danger that the unknown brings. Pulling in the innocent that think they want to walk on the wild side.
I took her back to the club house on the back of my bike. Her tits pressed into my back I could feel her nipples getting harder as we rode.
Once inside the club house her eyes were as wide as a young one entering Disney.
Of course no one enters the club house with out paying the price. The music was already on and it was time for her to put on a show.
She began swaying her hips and stripping for us. She was pretty good at it. Dicks were getting hard and pussy wet.
Before she could finish several of the guys were on her, ripping what was left of her clothes off.
The guys are never gentle and what started as a good time for her, soon became a good old fashioned biker gang bang.
She dared to cry out for them to stop and was met by a fierce slap across the face.
I watched with delight, fucking my throbbing pussy, as she cried silently, her make up melting down her face, earning her way into the life she so wanted.
There is no turning back now sweet heart….
Alanza
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