Motorcycle Mistress.
Wild motorcycle sex rediscovered!
I’d never forgotten those wild days of young motorcycle sex. In my twenties, astride my motorcycle, my girl’s thighs gripping me as she sat behind me in her skimpy shorts, the vibration between her spread legs driving her wild, my hand reaching behind to stroke her bare legs, cruising the countryside looking for a secluded spot for outdoor sex. I’d thought it was all behind us now I’d been married to that same girl, my wi...