Chapter 175: Female biker (4)

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Female biker (4)

The naked posture in broad daylight on top of the motorcycle saddle became infinitely more lewd when the female biker’s own hands and hips were forced to proactively bounce and jump. Her large, plump, and voluptuous buttocks rose and fell steadily, rhythmically swallowing every single centimeter of the veined, scorching shaft deep inside her juice-drenched vaginal cavity.

Every single self-propelled stroke dragged out endless wet, sloppy sounds: squelch... slurp... squelch...

The female biker gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands, burying half her face in her arms to conceal her extreme embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed bright red, stray droplets of sweat falling onto the motorcycle seat, blending with her rapid, chaotic breathing. Though her lips remained tightly pressed together to suppress it, the quiet space could not hide the choked, trembling moans escaping from deep within her chest:

"~ Um... ahh... huc..."

Inside the female biker’s mind right now, the pride of a cool stunt biker had completely shattered into pieces, trampled beneath the heels of lust:

Oh god... what the hell am I doing...? — She cursed herself hopelessly, humiliating tears welling up in the corners of her eyes — It’s clear that I was forced by him, and yet now... I am voluntarily lifting my ass to thrust, proactively welcoming every single one of his deep thrusts...

This self-thrusting action is no different from admitting I’m a lewd, shameless slut craving men to the point of having no dignity left... But... why does it feel this good? Every time I lower my hips, that massive dick rubs directly against my internal sweet spot, making my whole body go numb, my spine convulsing in waves... I’m truly ruined...

I sat behind, leisurely leaning backward, letting my hands hang completely loose to let her fend for herself while endlessly spouting mocking, teasing taunts:

"Come on, come on, thrust a bit harder, babe. No need to act all shy and high-and-mighty when that big ass and lewd pussy of yours are suckling my dick so skillfully."

Hearing that blunt and shameless exposure, the female biker grew angry out of embarrassment. Thrusting her hips continuously, she snapped her head back, glaring at me with tear-filled, sulky eyes:

"Y-you... shut your mouth right now! You... you damn demon... If it weren’t for being threatened and forced by you, b-even if beaten to death I would never do this lewd act in broad daylight... ahh... slow... slow down a bit... it’s too deep..."

I chuckled at her angry yet helpless expression, my mischievous hand reaching up to deliver a resounding smack straight across her bouncing, voluptuous ass:

"Forced? Look at the way you’re proactively lifting your hips, plowing yourself and sucking tightly onto my dick. Your body is clearly enjoying and craving this to the point of going crazy, yet you still try to blame me?"

"~ AHHH... You..."

Hitting the right spot combined with the stimulating ass-smack, the female biker couldn’t hold back anymore, her body jolting. Her juice-drenched vaginal cavity below instinctively contracted in rapid succession, clamping tightly onto the shaft and making even me sigh in pleasure.

She had no choice but to bite her lower lip, burying her head in the handlebars, completely surrendering in helplessness as she continued bouncing rhythmically to serve the man casually reigning over her body.

The female biker’s voluntary bouncing grew increasingly hurried with every surging wave of lust. Realizing the current posture was starting to grow somewhat boring, I didn’t hesitate to switch tactics to push the climax to a whole new level.

Shifting forward closely, I slid both of my arms forcefully through both of her firm thighs, then used my strength to lift her entire body up off the motorcycle seat.

"Hh... what are you doing?!" — The female biker cried out in panic, hurriedly clamping her hands tightly onto the handlebars to maintain her balance.

Without answering, I used sheer force to push her sweat-drenched bare back backward, pressing it completely against my wide, sturdy chest. In this posture, her entire body hung suspended in my arms, her legs spread wide to both sides, while the massive shaft remained buried deep inside her juicy vaginal cavity, not shifting even a single centimeter.

The moment her body was securely locked in my arms, I tensed my muscles, leveraging all the power from my thighs and core to suddenly drive an exceptionally powerful thrust upward from underneath.

Thwack!

"~ AHHH... NO... OH GOD...!"

The female biker let out a piercing shriek that tore through the quiet daytime space. That immensely powerful and unexpected upward thrust struck directly against her deepest internal spot, making her uterine wall feel as though it were being pierced through. Her entire body convulsed violently, her long, slender legs pointing straight forward, her toes curling from the overwhelming, feral pleasure.

Inside the female biker’s mind right now, all defensive consciousness completely disintegrated, replaced by an enraptured emptiness:

He... he actually lifted me right up... This posture... this posture is no different from a sex doll at the mercy of his chaos... — She screamed inwardly in sweet panic, her head spinning — But... that upward thrust just now... why was it so deep... It punched straight into my core, numbing my spine, turning my whole body to jelly as if I had no bones left...

Holding her entirely in my arms, I continued delivering fierce, relentless upward thrusts from below:

"How is it, babe? Does this posture make you feel even better? Look at your trembling legs and the pussy clamping tightly onto my dick. You were truly born to be a slave to this shaft."

"Y-you... you demon... gentler... a little gentler... ahh... it’s too deep... I’m going to die of pleasure..." — The female biker threw her head back, resting her head entirely against my shoulder, surrendering to the lewd moans spilling out uncontrollably. She completely abandoned her body to those violent upward thrusts, sinking deep into the quagmire of carnal pleasure in broad daylight.

Every single upward stroke of mine carried terrifying force, striking straight into her body’s most sensitive hidden corners.

Squelch... slurp... thwack... thwack...

Flesh-on-flesh impact echoed densely through the quiet space, mingling with chaotic breathing and the female biker’s broken, gasping moans.

Inside her head right now, all logical thought or lingering pride had been completely incinerated by the raging fire of lust:

Oh god... being lifted up like this... every upward thrust feels like it wants to pierce right through me... — The female biker squeezed her eyes shut, her head spinning, her swollen lips parted continuously — This pussy... why isn’t it listening to me at all...? It’s clearly being tormented, it’s clearly terrifying, but why is it contracting this strongly inside...?

And indeed, her lower biological reflexes completely betrayed her consciousness. The female biker’s juicy, scorching hot vaginal cavity contracted in rapid succession, squeezing the veined shaft with an insane suction force. Her internal muscle rings thudded repeatedly, crushing against every protruding vein like a hungry mouth trying to wring out the very last drop of pleasure from the shaft.

"~ AHHH... NO... IT’S TOO DEEP...!" — The female biker shrieked a heart-rending cry, her hands slipping from the handlebars to grip my arms tightly as her sole anchor in the storm of pleasure — "My pussy... what is it doing... Why is it automatically sucking so tight... so tight I can’t breathe... um... ahhh..."

I leaned in close, pressing my lips against her burning, red earlobe, speaking in an arrogant, deep voice:

"See? Your pussy is very honest, it’s hugging my dick this tightly. Does getting thrust upward like this make you feel insanely good, babe? Brace yourself, I’m about to cum all inside you!"

Hearing the words "ejaculate," the female biker’s entire body jerked. Survival instinct and panic flared up once more; she shook her head frantically, her voice choking and broken with tears:

"Don’t... don’t cum inside again... You already did it last time... Do... do you really want to get me pregnant?! Stop... ahh... please..."

Yet all those pleas were now nothing more than the most potent stimulus pushing me past my final limit. The base of the shaft suddenly swelled to double its size, twitching repeatedly to signal an ultimate eruption.

Pulling her legs tighter against me, I threw my head back and let out a deep roar, channeling all the strength of my final thrust deep against the bottom of her womb, then squeezing the base tight and releasing.

Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!

Wave after wave of scorching hot, thick, and massive amounts of semen was pumped directly with extreme pressure deep into the depths of the female biker’s vaginal cavity. The milky-white fluid flooded everywhere, filling every nook and cranny, even spilling outward through the gap between our bodies.

The feeling of piping-hot, churning semen flooding inside caused the female biker’s body to jolt violently. Her eyes rolled back, her entire body stiffening for a second before a second climax crashed straight over her brain. Her juicy vaginal cavity contracted crazily, automatically sucking in every single drop of freshly pumped semen while erupting waves of overflowing lubrication.

"~ AHHH... AGAIN... SO MUCH... I... I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE..."

She let out a long, enraptured cry, her head drooping against my shoulder, her legs turning to jelly as she completely exhausted herself and sank into an absolute quagmire of carnal pleasure in broad daylight.