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She looked adorable, pondering with the oversized bubble on her head. With her petite
frame, she sort of reminded me of a bobblehead. Finally, she flopped her hands to her
side and shook her head, looking shocked by her own decision. ¡°Fine.¡±
When she turned her back to me, I caught a glimpse of her ass before sitting down. It
looked so tight in her light blue jeans. Fuck, I couldn¡¯t wait to make this innocent little
vixen bobble on my dick.
When she straddled the bicycle, she shifted her thighs backward and rested her palms
on the leather seat. I didn¡¯t even try to hide my gaze dropping to her cleavage when her
arms squished her tits together. Underneath the shield of the helmet, I saw her frown and
bite her lip as her elbows trembled before the motor was even running.
Everything about her was so delicate, as she eyed up my bike like it was a foreign
object that was to be studied rather than enjoyed. Every other woman who sat on my bike
was loud and obnoxious, usually hammered, and would ride naked if I didn¡¯t tell them
about the injuries they could sustain. But Samantha was nothing like them. I wasn¡¯t lying
when I said I¡¯d be gentle with her.
Delicacy aside, it was clear there was a wild side of her that was begging to be let out.
And I¡¯d be there to help her every step of the way.
I stepped behind her and slid my fingers down her smooth forearms until they rested
on top of her hands. Her body stiffened at my touch for a second, but as my hands moved,
she relaxed into me. I put my face to the left of her helmet and asked, ¡°Are you ready?¡±
¡°No.¡±
¡°Will you ever be ready?¡±
¡°No.¡±
I moved my hand over the top of her waist, my wrist grazing underneath her boob and
I heard a small gasp. Adrenaline must have been pumping through her, heightening her
sensitivity to any stimulation. I smirked and decided to use it to my advantage.
Resting my other hand on the other side of her waist, I slid both my hands in a V-
shape until they reached just below her belly button. Satisfaction grew inside me when
her muscles loosened more as she arched her back. The next time, I decided to push my
luck a little and lifted her shirt to put my calloused hands on her bare skin before
