Page 22 of S is for SEX

He arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“Can you sit on Crip’s bike?”

He spit out a laugh. “You want me to sit on his bike while you suck my cock?”

It made my pussy even wetter just thinking about it. I shrugged. “They don’t like me anyway. So, yeah.”

He turned to the side, unzipped his pants, and lowered himself onto the seat of Crip’s ratty-looking motorcycle.

I spread my legs wide, bent at the waist, and took his cock from his hand.

For me, living life wasn’t about going to spectacular places or having material objects. It was about making memories of your own.

And this would be one we’d both talk about for some time.

I took the tip into my mouth.

I moved my mouth up and down the shaft slowly, watching him while I did so. After a few seconds, his eyes fell closed.

His massive girth had my jaw stretched to its limit. His length was far more than I could swallow, and taking half of it into my mouth was quite an accomplishment.

I worked my mouth-magic nonetheless, seeing my accomplishments plastered over his contorted face and arched back.

I shifted my eyes along the row of motorcycles.

Twenty feet away, the man guarding the motorcycles stared straight ahead, seemingly unaffected by what we were doing. In the distance, people rode past, parked, and talked, but no one noticed us.

Stroking him with one hand, and playing with his balls with the other, I continued to suck him eagerly.

His hips began to rise and fall in tune with the motion of my mouth. His breathing became irregular.

Knowing he was close sent me into a sucking frenzy. Now all but attacking his massive dick with my wet mouth, I sucked it forcefully, hoping to bring him to a satisfying climax.

He began to moan.

I moved my hand from his balls to his thigh, gripping it firmly in my hand.

I pressed the tip deep into my throat repeatedly. His moaning became louder, and his breathing choppy.

And then, he erupted into my throat.

Warm spurts, one after the other, a reminder of my ability to satisfy him happily, anytime and anywhere.

“Oh my God,” he said under his breath. “That was amazing.”

I lifted my head, swallowed, and met his gaze. “Thank you.”

He looked at me as if I had three heads. “For what?”

I stood up straight and grinned. “Making memories with me.”

The smell of exhaust, gasoline, and barbequed meat lingered in the air. I would forever associate those smells with giving Brad a blowjob on Crip’s motorcycle.

He stood, pushed his cock into his jeans, and zipped them up. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy bad or crazy good?” I asked.

“Crazy perfection.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss.

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