Chapter 172: Female biker

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Female biker

The passionate lovemaking with Min stretched on relentlessly until nightfall, only stopping when we were drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Returning to my apartment after a day long of satisfying my lust, I sank into a deep sleep.

The next morning, a sudden wave of boredom and emptiness washed over me, prompting me to step outside for a walk to clear my head. As I approached a bustling neighborhood, I noticed a corner of the park glowing with colorful lights and emitting loud, lively sounds despite it still being daytime.

What kind of lively event is going on in broad daylight like this? — I wondered with intense curiosity.

Right at that moment, I saw a female biker stepping out of a convenience store, leisurely peeling a piece of chewing gum and popping it into her mouth. She possessed an extremely fiery and striking appearance: fiery, edgy red hair, a tight crop top baring her slender waist, and massive breasts with a deep, provocative cleavage. Below, she wore leggings that clung tightly to every curve of her body, so tight that the outline of her underwear was clearly visible underneath.

Without hesitation, I strode straight toward her and struck up a conversation:

"Hey there, would you mind giving me a ride over to that park over there?"

The female biker halted, looking quite surprised at being approached by a stranger. Her gaze instantly shifted to high alert, scanning me up and down before she coldly asked:

"What are you going there for?"

I scratched my head, chuckling with a feigned innocent grin:

"Just going to see if there’s anything fun to do so I’m not bored."

She shrugged and agreed with a nod:

"Alright, get on."

However, she didn’t rush over to her motorcycle just yet. The female biker leisurely strolled out toward the four-way intersection, casting her eyes carefully around to thoroughly check for any sign of police. Once she confirmed it was safe, she let out a sigh of relief, walked over to her heavy-duty motorcycle, and swung her leg over the seat in an extremely seductive and powerful posture.

I quickly walked over, settling right behind her back. With a natural motion, I wrapped both arms tightly around her slender waist. The sudden contact startled the female biker, causing her to jerk upward for a second, but she brushed it off, ignored it entirely, and started the engine to speed away.

The motorcycle roared down the street, its speed steadily climbing and generating fierce gusts of wind that whipped her red hair around. She didn’t even bother wearing a helmet, thoroughly enjoying the sense of freedom and the cool breeze brushing across her face.

Yet just a few minutes later, while the bike was speeding along, the female biker suddenly felt a rock-hard object protruding behind her back, rubbing continuously against her body.

What is this? — She frowned in utter confusion — Did this guy behind me start getting hard the second he got on the bike? What an absolute perverted bastard.

As the motorcycle surged into a deserted stretch of road devoid of passersby, she suddenly felt a scorching hot source of warmth pressing directly against her buttocks. Curious and unsettled, the female biker glanced back and looked down.

What struck her eyes was a massive, incredibly long, and veined dick pressing right against her cleft, squished tightly against the thin fabric.

"Y-you... what the hell do you think you’re doing?!" — The female biker shrieked in panic amidst the roaring wind.

Before she could react any further, I grabbed her thin leggings with one hand, tore a hole straight through them with sheer force, and casually shoved her underwear aside to expose her moist pussy.

"Shut up and drive." — I smirked and gave the order, then drove my hips forward, thrusting my dick straight deep inside her pussy.

"Uhm..." — The female biker let out a choked moan from the sudden impact.

The massive shaft plunged in all the way to the hilt, striking straight against her cervix and making her entire body convulse in waves atop the speeding motorcycle. The overwhelming and sudden stimulation caused her to panic-brake, hurriedly pulling the bike over to a complete halt by the roadside.

She braced her trembling hands against the handlebars, her lips parted, her tongue lolling out as overwhelming pleasure left her mind entirely blank.

I remained seated calmly in the back, initiating a slow yet immensely powerful hip rhythm.

"Uhm... mmm..." — The female biker moaned helplessly, but then abruptly snapped back to her senses.

"Wait... stop... stop right now..." — Before she could finish her warning, I delivered another exceptionally brutal thrust, driving my dick straight into the deepest part of her body.

A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her with no choice but to bite her lips and moan in total submission.

"I told you to just shut up and enjoy it." — I whispered right into her ear.

Inside the female biker’s mind right now was a chaotic mess, her thoughts spinning out of control:

What the hell is happening to me right now...? This bastard is fucking me right on a bike in broad daylight... And yet... why does his dick feel so insanely good when he fucks me?

What do I do... this is clearly unacceptable, but... this feeling is truly too amazing...

"Ahhh... mm... hh..." — Lewd sounds instinctively slipped past her lips, blending into the quiet surrounding space.

The heavy-duty motorcycle stood motionless by the roadside of the deserted path, the daytime sun beating down on the asphalt to create a sultry and stimulating atmosphere. The red-haired female biker braced her trembling hands on the handlebars, her slender shoulders sagging under every hurried, breathless gasp. Her plump, firm, and voluptuous buttocks were held tightly by me from behind, pressed entirely against my pelvis.

Every slow movement of mine now was prolonged, deliberately brewing a raw, flesh-on-flesh frictional sensation inch by inch. The massive, veined, and scorching hot shaft—hot like a glowing iron bar—lay buried deep inside her moist, juice-drenched vaginal cavity.

Oh god... — The female biker screamed inwardly, her hazy eyes staring straight ahead, biting her lower lip tightly to suppress the moans threatening to spill out — What is this feeling...? That huge dick is pressing and rubbing against every nook and cranny inside... It’s too hot... it’s genuinely way too scorching and tight...

The rough veins along the shaft rubbed directly against her soft flesh walls every time I inched forward and slowly withdrew. That slow, relentless friction produced a wet, squelching sound echoing through the quiet space: squelch... slurp... squish...

The lubricating fluids secreted grew more abundant by the minute, blending with the rising heat radiating from our pressed-together bodies, turning her lower region into a scorching swamp of lust. Her large, plump buttocks shuddered violently and clenched unconsciously with every single thrust of mine.

"Hey... you bastard... how can you fuck this slowly..." — The female biker choked out, her voice broken by the pleasure spreading from her spine all the way to her heels — "Are you... are you deliberately torturing me...?"

I chuckled softly, pressing my mouth close to her ear, my breath hot against her skin:

"Slow or fast is up to me. Just take your time and feel thoroughly how tightly your pussy is sucking onto my dick."

With that, I deliberately twisted my hips slightly in a circle, creating a brand new frictional angle that swept right across her most sensitive internal spot. That direct collision made the female biker’s entire body jerk, her legs clamping tightly together but inadvertently squeezing my shaft even tighter.

Her tight, scorching hot pussy suddenly contracted in rapid succession, just like a hungry mouth suckling and embracing every single veined fiber. Her internal muscle walls pulsed heavily, squeezing every bit of friction out and making even me sigh in pure bliss.

This is bad... — The thoughts in the female biker’s mind completely shattered, drifting away on the rolling waves of pleasure — This damn pussy... why is it automatically contracting and craving this much? I’m clearly a badass biker, and yet here I am trembling, letting a stranger fuck me until I’m completely limp on a bike...

That feeling of this massive shaft thrusting deep, rubbing across every sensitive fold... it’s warm, it’s so stretched out that it feels like my body is about to be torn in half... But... it feels so good... my pussy is craving the next thrusts so badly...

She threw her head all the way back, leaning against my chest, surrendering to the lewd, choked moans escaping her trembling lips:

"~ Uhm... ahh... you bastard... my ass... my ass can’t take much more... How the hell are you fucking so deep... um... it’s hitting... it’s hitting my womb..."

I maintained my slow yet remarkably steady pace, my hands squeezing hard against her large, firm buttocks, kneading them into pinkish red marks under the sunlight. Every single rhythmic hip stroke acted like a hammer directly striking her mind, causing the female biker to entirely lose her defenses and sink deeper into the quagmire of carnal pleasure in broad daylight.