You cross the room to me, your eyes are sparkling with need. "what are you waiting for?" you ask. "For you to tell me what you want." I answer. You reach out as you kneel in front of me. Your small hands caress the soft leather pants I wear. "I want you naked, too." You push my T-shirt up as you stroke my chest, teasing my nipples. I lean forward so you can take it off. You kiss my neck, and down my front, licking and nibbling your way to my waist. You linger at my navel as your fingers work my belt and zipper loose. The leather smell mixed with my own musk floats up to you as you pull the waist free. I raise my hips to aid you, the soft black lining slides smoothly down. You grasp the legs of the pants, and finish removing them. My excitement is obvious, as the tip of my shaft bounces near my navel. A clear drop of fluid is already visible at the opening.
You take me gently in your cool fingers and lick it clean. "Mmmmm, this is good." You kiss the head, and lick the shaft before taking me in your mouth. My length disappears into your mouth and down your throat. "Omigod, that feels sooo good, Star."
My hands curl into your soft hair as you work your magic on me. Stroke after stroke, your tongue bathing the underside and your hands caressing my sac. "Slow down, girl. I want this to be great for you, too." My breathing is getting ragged while you continue your oral massage.
"You need some of this , too." I say. Gently, I pull you up, and lean towards you. The soft swell of your belly is level with my face. Your mound is glistening with your sweet nectar, the tight lips of your sex are puffed with desire. My hands circle your butt, and pull you towards me. The rich aroma of your excitement makes me wild with need. I kiss your mound softly, parting the labia with my tongue. Your nectar is so sweet, running in rivulets down your thighs. Your legs part slightly to give me access to the depths of your sex . "You've got me so hot, Biker!" you moan. I probe you deeply, drawing out your moisture with my tongue. My lips find the little button at the top of your slit, and draw it gently between my teeth. "Ooooohh, god, biker.... Yesss.... Lick me there!". Your hips move with my rhythm . Your breaths are coming deep and slow as my lips and tongue feast on you. You push your pelvis into my face, your hands pulling me deeper into your treasure. You shake and twist as a climax takes over your body. Trembling, as waves of release wash over you. "Ooooh,... yessss,..... there it is!" you shout. "You're... making... me.. come!". You squirm and cry out, your sex floods my face and beard with girl-come. I pull you close, and hold you tight as your orgasm subsides. "That was the idea, to get you off first!" I say. You kiss me deeply, your tongue filling my mouth, as we share the taste of you. Sweet, salty nectar, born of desire. "God, you taste good, Star!"
You pull me close to the edge of the chair, my engorged shaft is throbbing with its need. The head is plum colored, filled with desire. You reach down and pull its sheath back, and slip it into the moist slit between your legs. I'm clean and safe, so there is no need for 'protection' .