(ELIONA)
The wind whipped across my bare skin as Lance roared out of the underground tunnel on his Harley. My leather cut was the only thing I wore — open at the front, flapping wildly behind me. My thighs were sticky with his c*m, my p***y and ass still throbbing from the brutal claiming in the dungeon. I clung to his back, breasts pressed against his cut, completely exposed to the night air.
He didn’t slow down. The moment we hit a secluded stretch of the old industrial road, he pulled over, killed the engine, and yanked me off the bike.
“Half-naked on my Harley,” he growled, bending me over the seat face-down. “This is how my Old Lady rides now.”
I gasped as he slammed his thick c**k back into my dripping p***y in one powerful thrust. The bike rocked beneath me as he f****d me hard
