My blood was boiling, and my cunt was dripping. I was a bitch in heat, and I wanted dick, bad. Well, being at a biker bar, that was not difficult to find. The guy over by the jukebox looked perfect. Tall, handsome, and his leathers seemed fitted to a nice sized package. I walked over to him, wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him in to whisper into his ear. I told him what I was after, and was rewarded with his arms coming up and around my waist, and his groin grinding into my center. He kissed me once, deeply, before taking my hand and leading me into a back room. He stripped me down in record time, and I had his cock free of his leathers and in my mouth before he could blink again. I swallowed him straight down, and he started fucking my face like his life depended on it. I couldn’t wait, so I started fingering my cunt while he worked in and out of my throat. I guess he took that as an invitation, because he pulled me up and lifted me around him to drive that big dick straight up into my cunt, which was where I had wanted him all along. The feeling of fulfillment and fullness made me moan loudly enough that we both watched the door for a second. He started pounding into my cunt, pressing me against a wall for more stability as he drove his dick home again and again. Then, he lowered me and bent me over to fuck me from behind, and it was fucking amazing. I had such a good time!
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