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the coffee table, she called, ¡°Sorry about the mess! Wasn¡¯t expecting company!¡±
When her back was turned, I rolled my eyes, calling bullshit. ¡°All good.¡±
Tidied enough to set down our wine glasses on the table, she sat down and patted the
couch next to me. I sat down beside her and felt¡ awkward. Like I was back to being a
teenager on my first date, not sure what to do with my hands. For some reason, I settled
on clasping my knuckles together on my lap while she poured us each a glass of wine.
Grabbing her own, she sat kind of close to me, but leaned back as far as she could,
exposing as much of her body to me as possible. She had great tits, bigger than
Samantha¡¯s, but not better. Still great though. And still, my dick was as limp as a dishrag.
¡°So, Mister Wrench. Tell me something interesting.¡±
My life consisted of adrenaline, danger, and gangs. Yet, I couldn¡¯t think of a single
thing to talk about. ¡°Uhh¡ I was born in Kentucky?¡±
A high-pitched giggle escaped her mouth and she asked, ¡°Are you shy?¡±
¡°What? No.¡±
¡°Aww,¡± she cooed. ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of a shy biker.¡±
My brows furrowed. Shy? I thought. I wasn¡¯t shy. I made women weak in their knees
by my words alone. I turned from my lap to her, staring at her small blue eyes and
chapped lips, while she still had her finger spinning around the same chunk of hair. She
looked at me smiling, but almost patronizingly. Annoyance grew inside me and I was
going to show her just how shy I was. Time to cut the small talk.
She gasped when I pulled her on top of me by her wrist, adjusting so she straddled me,
and shoved my lips to hers. Moaning into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around hers,
her thighs squeezed over my hips with excitement. Not caring about being gentle, I sat up
and pushed her so she was lying on the pillow and I was dominating.
Shoving my lips back on hers, I groped her breasts under her shirt and bra, plucking at
her nipple. Finally, my cock was feeling some action, twitching underneath the friction of
our jeans. I moved my lips down to her neck, her fevered breaths turning me on faster.
Just when I thought I was ready to go, she groaned, ¡°Oh, Wrench¡¡± and my dick
flopped down.
I ripped myself away from Mandy, panting, trying to wrap my mind around what the
