“What are you gonna do to me?”
He grabs a tattoo needle from the metal surface and I let him manipulate my limbs however he wants to.
I’m flipped onto my front, the cool metal of the table biting my already hard nipples, making them even more sensitive.
I flinch as he lightly traces the needle over my ass cheek. He teases the needle closer to the in-between of my cheeks, eliciting a gasp out of me.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I gasp.
The tingly needle ventures beneath me, running up alongside the lip of my pussy until it’s reaching an even more sensual area. My sensitive bundle of nerves.
He moves it gently over the nub, careful to not press too hard. His breath is hot on my butt. I have it raised for him so he has access to my undercarriage.
I press my flustered cheek into the metal table and glimpse the other two, silent behind him. They watch the needle with the intensity of two students taking notes from their teacher.
Carter flips me back onto my back, and I watch flabbergasted as he draws the needle carefully up my torso, outlining my belly-button, the curvature of my breasts. Eventually, after he’s decided I’ve endured enough teasing, he grazes the needle softly over the hard points of my nipples.
While he’s doing this, Vex thinks to check between my legs. “She’s ready.”
Little do they know I’ve been ready for fucking ages.
“Ah-ah. I don’t think so.” Skipper shoves Carter off with the force of a man who’s been waiting half a century to get inside.
I lift up my legs for him and watch the moment he plunges deep inside.
I collapse like the damsel in distress I am whenever it comes to these three, surrendering to the feeling I’ve always been fighting to ignore.
His dick fits inside of me perfectly, and we move together in harmony while the other two watch.
Now’s probably not a good time to mention the video recorder. About how I know how much they enjoy watching. Watching something you’re not part of is different to witnessing the event in person.
Now I come to think of it, I think Carter just gets a hit from using props in the bedroom.
Vex lifts my legs into the air and parts folds that haven’t been opened already by Skipper, to caress my bundle of nerves.
My toes curl mid-air. The orgasm isn’t far away.
Skipper spills himself deep inside of me and tags in his friend.
Vex enters me with a different warmth. His thrusts are slower than Skipper’s but equally as deep. Grabbing hold of my hips, he slides me to the edge of the table and leans over me to plant a tender kiss to the side of my neck.
The masculine scents of grease and oil lay thick in the air, bringing me even closer to orgasm.
Vex slides his hot tongue into my mouth and kisses me with just the right amount of tongue for it to feel good. His warm lips slide over mine. The kiss is sloppy, hot, domineered by him. I open my mouth and let him have me, allowing our bodies to mold into one.
The orgasm crashes over me. It’s huge and powerful, but it also leaves my body feeling light…
And still hungry.
Because there’s one more biker left to devour.
Carter slots his dick into me, filling me again with a different type of warmth, but one that is just as comforting as the rest.
I allow myself to part around him, still coming down from the previous orgasm. My walls are still tender, but my burning throb starts again the second Carter puts it inside.
“Oh my god.”
