The fear in her eyes surprised me before we took off on the bike. It's the first time I've noticed anything besides anger, disgust, or desire shining in those dark orbs. She's a tough cookie, and I'm learning her eyes hold the answers. I don't think she's accustomed to hiding her feelings and the last twenty-four hours haven't been easy on her. I'm aware from Red's story that her fists do a lot of her talking. She fascinates me while keeping my f*****g d**k hard. It's not a combination I'm accustomed to.
We're heading to Payson early on a Sunday morning and the road is mostly empty. Sofia's arms locked tightly around my waist make the ride sweeter. It's been a long time since I've ridden with a babe on the back. It wasn't something Savannah cared for. I gain speed and enjoy the wind again
