Her hair was escaping from her bun, all those brown and silvery curls falling around her face. Her lips were so plump, obscenely plump really, her tits absolutely massive. She was ripe all over and it was making me act like a soft ball and not an MC Prez.
“Ride my dick.”
But if I expected her to refuse, I was mistaken.
She placed her basket neatly on the ground, then walked briskly toward me, rubbing her hands on her long skirts.
I opened my mouth to say something else, and she raised up her skirts, spread her legs on either side of mine, and sunk down on my cock.
I let out a startled grunt as her wet heat totally enveloped me and she raised her wide hips and took me down to the hilt.
Then she was bouncing up and down on my dick before I could choke out a startled, “Where are your panties?”
“Oh, no panties,” she said a little breathlessly. “Easy access for you, Mr. Mangler, as per our agreement.”
What the hell was up with this woman
This was supposed to be a dealbreaker for her and she was over here bouncing up and down like my dick was a party treat.
And now her tits were bouncing in my face and this was the exact wrong way to get her out of my mind.
Her soft ass was on my thighs and I couldn’t help taking a handful of it. Her skin was so goddamn silky under my fingers.A soft, sweet woman. Not a woman who belonged in an MC clubhouse.
But I was gonna grab that sweet pussy and pound the hell out of it.
“Oh, I’m close!” she squealed just as I was about to unload a fucking freight ship worth of cum into her.
Close to what?I wanted to bark, but some shred of instinct made me shut up.
“Hold on,” she gasped, “and we can come together.”
I had never cared if a woman came or not, it had always been incidental to me, but something about the way her tits bounced in front of my face and her tight little cunt gripped mine made me want to do what she said.
She was grinding back and forth and my eyes were almost crossing with the concentration of holding back a massive load.
“Hurry up, woman,” I growled, holding her hips. They were so soft under my rough oil-stained hands, my thumbs digging into her silky skin. There were silvery marks on her belly and I wanted to line my cum all down the length of them.
Then Polly put both hands on my shoulders and rose up on her toes, little mewls and kittenish sounds coming from her throat, and her cunt gripped my cock with these little tight pulses as she came. Fucking hell.
I unloaded in her with a feral growl.
“Do that every time.”
“Well, don’t interrupt me when I have a good rhythm going,” she gasped as she collapsed onto my chest, her sticky arms around my neck.
Wait, who was in damn charge here? Me or my freeuse club girl?
Actually I didn’t want to know the answer to that.
“Sass.”
Without thinking, I put my hand under her chin and gripped Polly by the jawline and kissed her, thoroughly and well, so she knew I fucking meant business.
But she only wound both arms tighter around my neck, and kissed me back, her tongue and lips sweet as honey, only popping off my dick when she heard the sound of bikes coming down the gravel driveway.
It later occurred to me that this had not solved my problem at all.
I had not discouraged her from hanging around the clubhouse, with her plump luscious ass and her massive tits and her meatloaf and her lemonade.