Harley For Sale
Harley for Sale
By Michele Micheal Rakes
“Test ride?” She swung a long, leather-clad leg over my hog.
“It’s not prudent?”
“Prudent? You fucking serious, man?”
“As a heart-attack.”
“Fine, hop on.”
“Not riding bitch.”
Hard spikes scraped the concrete drive. She grabbed my ape-hangers and manhandled my bike upright, kicking the stand up to snug beneath the belly of my beast. She hit the start button igniting the machine into rumbling life. My dick swelled. The bitch was so fucking stacked.
I hopped on the back of my bike with this stilettooed, hell-bent for leather bitch in control sporting a goddamn hard-on. Horny for this wild one.
What would my wife say?
She dropped the hammer, cycling through the gears, hurtling down our twisty road. Excitement tingled in my veins. Her black corset was silky. Firm breasts spilled over the top. She guided my hand to her crotch.
“You’re a dude!”
“I’ve got great tits, man.”
“And a big fucking cock! Pull over!”
Instead, she rubbed my dick through my jeans. I was still painfully erect.
I grabbed her cock. Her beautiful smile reflected in the mirror. Little Miss Lola purred.
Not like I was riding my wife anymore.