Chapter 173: Female biker (2)

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Female biker (2)

The slow yet incredibly forceful friction continued to envelop the quiet roadside space. I leaned in, blowing my hot breath against the female biker’s earlobe, which was burning red from stimulation, and spoke in a teasing, mocking tone:

"How is it, biker girl? Just a moment ago you were acting all guarded and majestic. What about now? This large, plump ass is clamping so tightly onto my dick that it won’t let go anymore. Have you gone crazy with pleasure yet?"

Hearing those provocative and insulting taunts, the female biker bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Glaring at me, she tried to muster whatever little self-esteem she had left to speak in broken, breathless gasps:

"Y-you bastard... Don’t get any crazy ideas... I was just... ahh... accidentally caught off guard by your sudden attack... Don’t you dare dream... um... don’t dream of breaking me..."

Even though her mouth defiantly declared so, her body completely betrayed everything she was saying. Every fiber of flesh inside her vaginal cavity not only refused to resist but contracted even harder, the scorching heat from her lower region radiating through the torn fabric, emitting a thick, rich scent of carnal pleasure.

Inside her mind right now, a fierce internal battle was waging, torn apart between reason and lust:

This bastard... he’s deliberately playing with me inch by inch... The feeling of that massive shaft scraping past every flesh wall, feeling regretful when it pulls out and suffocatingly tight when it pushes in — the female biker screamed inwardly, her hands gripping the motorcycle handlebars so hard her knuckles turned white — Oh god... why is it this stimulating? This warm, bursting feeling is filling up my entire body... I’m about to be completely submerged by this pleasure...

Noticing that her feeble resistance was merely an external facade, I deliberately shifted my angle. Keeping a firm grip on her slender waist, I began utilizing a circular hip-grinding technique instead of mere in-and-out thrusts. The veined, massive shaft deep inside acted like a sharp drill, rubbing directly against every single one of the vaginal wall’s most sensitive nooks and crannies.

"~ AHH... um... don’t... don’t grind like that..."

Unable to hold back any longer, the female biker let out an exceptionally lewd and high-pitched moan. Her large, firm, and rounded buttocks jerked upward involuntarily, actively welcoming my bewitchingly swirling movements. Every single rotation sent a wave of pleasure surging straight to the crown of her head, making her long, slender legs tremble so violently she almost collapsed onto the pavement.

Unbelievable... — Her thoughts completely shattered, sinking deep into a quagmire of lewdness — The feeling of that shaft rolling and grinding deep inside... it’s both numbing and insanely pleasurable... Am I really enjoying being fucked by a stranger in broad daylight like this...? Where the hell did my dignity go...

Watching the constantly shifting expressions on her pretty, sweat-drenched face, I piled on the mockery:

"Such a big, lewd ass, and a pussy that sucks this tight. Your mouth keeps denying it, but your body obediently pampers my dick anyway, babe. Does the feeling of this shaft filling every single centimeter inside make you feel so good you’ve forgotten your way home?"

"Y-you... shut your mouth right now..." — She wheezed in desperate protest, but the way she threw her head back, pressing her entire bare back against my chest, along with proactively bouncing her hips slightly to seek deeper friction, completely betrayed her absolute surrender to carnal desire.

The slow yet frantically passionate rhythm of friction between me and the red-haired female biker continued pushing the surrounding atmosphere to the peak of suffocation. Our lower regions seemed to have melted into one, scorching hot and drenched in thick, milky-white fluids spilling from the gaps of her torn leggings. Every hip nudge, every circular rotation produced wet, sloppy sounds echoing in broad daylight.

The female biker’s body began to twitch in rapid, short bursts. Her large, firm, and voluptuous buttocks instinctively clenched with terrifying suction, continuously squeezing the veined shaft buried deep within. The precursor of an impending climax spread from her spine across all her senses.

Inside the female biker’s mind right now, the final boundary between defense and lewd instinct completely collapsed, making way for a sweet panic:

Oh god... no way... This swelling sensation... it’s surging right up to the top of my head... It’s too much... I can’t take this feeling anymore... His dick is swelling up, bigger and hotter than ever before... Could it be... could it be that he’s planning to ejaculate all his semen deep inside my body...?

She panted in broken breaths, her hazy eyes staring straight ahead, her hands gripping the motorcycle handlebars so tightly that her joints turned white. Realizing that the shaft inside was twitching rhythmically, gearing up for the moment of ignition, the female biker snapped her head back, glaring straight at my face with a mix of utter panic and helplessness:

"Wait... wait a minute! Are you... are you crazy?! You actually dare to ejaculate directly inside my pussy like this?!" — She shrieked in absolute panic, her voice cracking from pleasure — "Stop right now... No protection at all... If you dare cum inside like this, I... I’ll actually get pregnant! You bastard, are you trying to trap my life?!"

Hearing her warning, which carried both threat and profound anxiety, I burst into laughter. Leaning right close to her blushing earlobe, I breathed my hot, defiant breath against her:

"Pregnant? If you like, you can just give me a baby. With a lewd pussy and a fat ass like this, carrying my child means the baby will definitely grow up strong and healthy, babe."

"Y-you... you truly are a crazy demon!" — The female biker gnashed her teeth in fury, her cheeks flushing bright red from a mix of shyness and rage — "Who the hell wants to give birth to a pervert like you! Pull it out right now... pull it out... ahhh..."

Her protest was quickly swallowed by a tidal wave of pleasure striking with terrifying intensity. Not only did I refuse to pull out, but I delivered an exceptionally powerful thrust instead, plunging all the way to the very bottom of her cervical wall, holding that damn position while the base of the shaft began twitching rapidly, signaling the imminent eruption of the hottest, thickest semen deep inside the beauty’s body.

The scorching heat from the base of the shaft transferred directly into every internal fiber, swelling and throbbing as if about to explode. The red-haired female biker felt every single threatening twitch with absolute clarity. Panicking to her core, she shook her head frantically, using both hands to reach back and push hard against my chest in vain, constantly pleading and stopping me:

"No... no way! Stop right now... Are you really going to cum inside?! You’re crazy... don’t... ahhh... don’t do that..."

Those struggles and feeble rejections only stoked the raging flames of possessiveness within me. Ignoring those helpless pushes, I gripped her slender waist and voluptuous buttocks tightly, locking her body in place so she couldn’t budge even half an inch.

"It’s too late, babe." — I smirked teasingly right by her ear — "My semen has already risen to my throat. Just obediently enjoy it, don’t even dream of escaping."

With that, I let out a deep roar, pooling all the strength of my final thrust, driving deep against the uterine wall and squeezing the base tight.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Wave after wave of thick, lava-hot semen was released with maximum pressure, shooting profusely and overwhelmingly deep into the depths of the female biker’s uterine cavity. The terrifying weight and heat of the semen caused her body to jolt violently, her eyes rolling back in shock.

And the very second that piping hot semen flooded inside, the female biker’s nervous system completely collapsed. Her body convulsed violently, her spine arching like a taut bow. Her juice-drenched vaginal cavity suddenly tightened with a frenzied suction force, automatically squeezing out and welcoming every single drop of semen while erupting waves of overflowing lubrication. She let out a long, enraptured shriek in broad daylight:

"~ AHHH... NO... I’M GOING TO CLIMAX... UM... SO MUCH..."

The motorcycle wobbled slightly underneath, and she had to grip the handlebars tightly to keep from collapsing. Her entire body went limp, leaning completely against my chest, her pretty face—initially rigid with anger—now flushed bright red, drenched in sweat, her lips parted with hazy, empty eyes as the climax swept away every shred of willpower.

I looked down at that ultimate surrender, chuckling in deep mockery:

"How is it, biker girl? Your mouth was shouting to stop and expressing all kinds of fear, but in the end, your pussy suckled and contracted the hardest, even climaxing right alongside me. Looks like your body is a lot more honest than your stubborn mouth."

Hearing those heart-piercing taunts, the female biker panted in broken breaths, her chest heaving violently up and down. She turned her head back, glaring a sharp look at me that held zero authority anymore, looking resentful and deeply seductive instead.

Biting her lip, she raised a hand to lightly wipe the sweat off her forehead, and wheezed out a breathless exclamation in utter helplessness:

"Y-you... you’re truly a monster... What kind of man... what kind of man is this terrifyingly strong and enduring..." — The female biker squeezed her eyes shut, muttering to herself in total defeat — "Never before... there’s never been a man who made me lose control, surrender, and melt to this extent... This is... this is truly insane..."