Page 77 of Priest

“You’re making me hotter than this bike’s engine, baby,” she whispered back.

“That was my intention. Roll around to the front and meet me there.”

I turned to everyone else. “We ’bout to roll out, y’all.”

The ladies gathered around her, hugged her, and wished her a happy birthday again while I dapped up the fellas. It wasn’t long after that September and I pulled out on our bikes.

We didn’t go straight home, though. We rode to her mother’s grave, sat for twenty minutes while she spoke with her mom, and then returned to the cabin.

When we made it back to the cabin, she was tired but happy. We put our bikes away, fed the dogs, whom she’d come to love as her own, and headed inside.

Although September had grown tired, she wasn’t too tired for one last ride of the night. She rode my dick even better than she had her bike, Autumn. She named the bike Autumn in honor of her favorite season and the season in which she was born.

“That’s it, baby. Grip this dick like Autumn grips the curves in the road.”

“Ohhh, Priest,” she moaned as she rocked her pelvis forward while I thrust harder into her. She rolled those hips in a tight circle, and I could feel her pussy tighten around me. My hands reached up and grabbed her breasts. I squeezed them and rolled her nipples underneath my fingertips.

“Ohh, fuck.” She moaned when I leaned up and bit them. September reached behind me, cupped my head, and held me against her breasts. “Don’t stop.”

I smacked her ass, she bounced on my dick, making her ass slap my thighs. I pulled back and looked at her. “Let me get in that ass, Ember.”

“You can get it, baby,” she declared and climbed off me.

When she turned around on all fours with her ass toward me, my shit bricked up harder than before. I grabbed my dick and pumped it a few times before I slid it between her ass cheeks.

“Bury this dick, baby,” I growled as I slid home.

Her ass covered my dick, and I slid deeper. I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my fist. With one hard jerk, I grunted. “Give me this ass.”

September slapped that fat booty back against my dick and thighs and twerked on my shit like there was no tomorrow. I gripped her hip with my left hand and tried to hold on. She took me for the ride of my life, and I struggled to keep up. But afterseveral seconds, I found my groove. I jerked her hair again, and she cried out.

“Ohh, Priest, that dick feels so good in this ass.”

“And this ass feels so good around this dick, baby,” I replied.

I released her hair, grabbed both hips tightly, and let loose in that ass.

“Oh, shit!” she screamed, but she rocked, rolled, and thrusted with me.

When I finally slowed up, I slid two fingers inside of her pussy and scissored until she cried out, “I gotta cum.”

“Not yet, pampered princess.”

“Oh, shit. I don’t think I can, Priest.”

“Yes, you can. I’m not done with your little ass yet.”

I smacked her on the ass and thrust deeper and harder. Satisfied that I’d done what I came to do, I pulled out, flipped her over onto her back, and spread her legs wide. I leaned forward and closed my lips around her clit. I sucked on it and slid my fingers into her pussy while she played with her titties.

“Am I making this pussy feel good, Ember?” I asked when I pulled back.

“Yes, Priest. But I need you to eat that bitch up.”

“That’s my girl,” I replied and dipped down to do what she requested.

I sucked her clit again before I slid my tongue along her slit. My thumb rolled over her clit while I dragged my tongue through her flesh and sampled her tangy nectar. I pushed my tongue inside of her repeatedly while my fingers went inside of her ass. I had September on her neck. She acted a fool with my mouth all over that pussy.

I pressed her back down and asked, “Where you taking my pussy?”

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