“There’s five ways to ride a biker, sweetheart. I’m going to show you all of them.” I blink a few times, I’m so caught up in him, my brain doesn’t give a crap about numbers. “Five?” I question. “So, fingers, face, cock, bike, and what?” I’m completely blank on the missing one. “Thigh, baby. On my lap. You’re going to rub that perfect cunt all over my leathers until you get yourself off. And do you know what the best part is?” “What’s that?” “There’s no one around yet, so you can scream my name as loud as you like.” His eyes squint as he smiles beneath his mask.
