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what was happening I was kneeling in front of him as he threw a leg over his bike.
    I looked up at him, locked eyes with him, licked my lips again. I reached up and pulled down on the zipper, pausing for a quick glance back at the Freeze Hut. It was late and it wasn’t likely that somebody would see us. Would see what I was doing. There was always the risk though.
    I was surprised to realize that the risk of getting caught was turning me on almost as much as kneeling down in front of this gorgeous man, undoing the snap on his jeans and unzipping his fly. Pulling his cock out and oh my dear Lord was that thing every bit as big as I’d imagined from the outline I saw in his jeans, from what I felt pressing against my pussy a moment ago.
    His bike continued to purr, the intoxicating smell of the bike mixing with the intoxicating smell of this delicious biker sitting in front of me. I moved my hand up and down and he gasped. I did it again with a smile on my face. He pressed his cock forward towards my face leaving no doubt in my mind as to exactly what he was hoping for, but I pulled away and raised an eyebrow at him.
    “I’m so fucking close Kylie,” he said. “Fuck you’re so goddamn hot.”
    How could I deny him when he was saying those nice things? I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. He groaned and I felt the twitching start from the base of his cock once more. Only this time it looked like he wasn’t holding it in.
    I’d never done anything like this before, but I wanted to now. I wanted him to blow his load all over me. I wanted this biker stud to claim me and mark me as his territory. I wanted to give myself over to him like the wanton slut I was kneeling in front of a biker I barely knew letting him feel me up and licking his cock in public where anybody could walk by and see us.
    His cock twitched again and it exploded. A string of his cum shot out and landed on my hair. Another hit my shirt. The rest landed on my face and I let him finish by running my tongue around the head of his cock one last time. He groaned as I did so and I closed my eyes and moaned as well as I enjoyed the salty taste of his cock on my tongue.
    Then it was over and I was on my knees in front of him as he looked down at me. I pulled myself up and wrapped my arms around him, and then I was on him again, peppering his face with kisses, against his mouth where I sighed as his tongue darted out to duel with mine. Apparently he didn’t care that his load was on my tongue, which was a nice touch. I never understood guys who weren’t nice enough to kiss a girl after she did something like I just did for them.
    I pulled back and smiled at him.
    “That was the most fucking intense thing I’ve ever done,” I said.
    He glanced down at his bike. “Are you sure you don’t want to go for the full ride?”
    I bit my lip as I looked down at him. As I seriously considered it. If it felt this good just sitting and making out with him like that then I had a feeling it was nothing compared to what he could do to me. To the feelings he could arouse in me.
    But no. As much fun as that sounded, if my dad got home and discovered I wasn’t there then he’d be up all night, and I’d definitely have some explaining to do when I got home.
    With more regret than I thought was possible for one human to endure I disentangled myself from Reno with one last kiss. When I stepped onto the pavement my legs wobbled and I nearly spilled over on my face. Now that would’ve been something. A motorcycle sex god dry humps me to the most intense orgasm of my life and the feeling was so overwhelming that I nearly fall on my face right in front of him completely ruining the moment with my orgasm-induced klutziness.
    I managed to catch my balance at the last moment and turned to smile at Reno. A warm smile. An unsure smile. I wanted to say something, but I was trapped in one of those electric moments that felt like words would ruin the moment.
    Apparently Reno