her D size breasts with a bounce. The biker's eyes lit up as he saw them and he stepped forward again, this time grabbing both of them at the same time. "That's right," he said with a lascivious smile.
Madison closed her eyes, trying to imagine Dax, the bald headed biker she had met earlier in the bar today. His handsome face and strong arms filled her mind's eye, and she thought of his strong hands against her breasts instead of the ones that were groping her now.
She felt one of the hands slide down and grab hold of her jean shorts, yanking hard against the button that held them closed. Worried that he would pull the button off completely, she quickly reached down with her own hands and replaced his, undoing her pants. As soon as they were loosened, the president of the Desperados yanked them to the floor, bending as he did so. With his face at the level of her crotch, he pressed his nose against her bare sex and took in a deep breath.
"Fuck your cunt smells good," he said.
Madison shivered at that word. She'd always hated it, it was so vulgar. She pushed it from her mind and tried again to summon back images of Dax. She tried to picture his body, his muscles, his tattoos. Even the one across the back of his neck that said "Shit Happens". She gasped suddenly as she felt a wet tongue run along her slit. Prez let out another little moan as he stood up. "And you taste fantastic as well. Now let's see how good you can suck dick."
He lay a big hand on Madison's shoulder and pushed her down; forcing her to sink to her knees and confront the small cock that hid beneath his belly. She reached forward and grabbed his dick in her hand, giving it a couple of tugs. It immediately began to harden to a size that was easier to slide between her lips, especially since she had to navigate underneath his extended stomach. Opening her mouth, Madison slid his cock in and gave her tongue a few swirls before starting to bob up and down, her hand following along the trail of saliva she left behind.
Within three minutes, Prez was already grunting and putting his hand against her head, pushing her off. "Bend over my desk," he panted.
Madison did as she was told, bending forward until she felt his belly mass pressing against her ass and a little poke between her legs. The president grabbed her hips and then thrust forward, burying his full five inches into her pussy in one move. But he only got about three strokes in before he let out a loud grunt and she felt him explode inside of her, spraying her womb with his premature orgasm.
"Fuck yeah!" he said, leaning forward to put his hand on the desk next to Madison. His belly was resting on top of her ass and he was breathing heavily as his cock continued to spurt a couple more times before starting to shrivel and drop out. Madison kept her surprised face buried down against her arm, hiding her smile from the biker. She hadn't had a guy cum that fast since she was in high school, and it was all she could do to keep from laughing. Who knew how this guy would react to that.
Madison dr essed and left the office. Prez stayed behind, collapsed on his couch and still catching his breath. As soon as she made her way back to the main room, she caught Dax's eye and he nodded at her, but then turned back to a conversation he was having with another biker. Madison was a little disappointed at his reaction. He didn't seem overly happy to see her, even though it was his idea that she go and satisfy the president in the first place.
She made her way over to him, ignoring some of the comments from the other bikers about the size of her tits or her firm ass as she went.
Dax continued to ignore her as she approached, his focus on the tall, gaunt looking biker in front of him. The man had to be over six feet tall, and had short brown hair that was cut over his dark, sunken eyes. She stood there, a foot away, staring at Dax until the man finally
Madison closed her eyes, trying to imagine Dax, the bald headed biker she had met earlier in the bar today. His handsome face and strong arms filled her mind's eye, and she thought of his strong hands against her breasts instead of the ones that were groping her now.
She felt one of the hands slide down and grab hold of her jean shorts, yanking hard against the button that held them closed. Worried that he would pull the button off completely, she quickly reached down with her own hands and replaced his, undoing her pants. As soon as they were loosened, the president of the Desperados yanked them to the floor, bending as he did so. With his face at the level of her crotch, he pressed his nose against her bare sex and took in a deep breath.
"Fuck your cunt smells good," he said.
Madison shivered at that word. She'd always hated it, it was so vulgar. She pushed it from her mind and tried again to summon back images of Dax. She tried to picture his body, his muscles, his tattoos. Even the one across the back of his neck that said "Shit Happens". She gasped suddenly as she felt a wet tongue run along her slit. Prez let out another little moan as he stood up. "And you taste fantastic as well. Now let's see how good you can suck dick."
He lay a big hand on Madison's shoulder and pushed her down; forcing her to sink to her knees and confront the small cock that hid beneath his belly. She reached forward and grabbed his dick in her hand, giving it a couple of tugs. It immediately began to harden to a size that was easier to slide between her lips, especially since she had to navigate underneath his extended stomach. Opening her mouth, Madison slid his cock in and gave her tongue a few swirls before starting to bob up and down, her hand following along the trail of saliva she left behind.
Within three minutes, Prez was already grunting and putting his hand against her head, pushing her off. "Bend over my desk," he panted.
Madison did as she was told, bending forward until she felt his belly mass pressing against her ass and a little poke between her legs. The president grabbed her hips and then thrust forward, burying his full five inches into her pussy in one move. But he only got about three strokes in before he let out a loud grunt and she felt him explode inside of her, spraying her womb with his premature orgasm.
"Fuck yeah!" he said, leaning forward to put his hand on the desk next to Madison. His belly was resting on top of her ass and he was breathing heavily as his cock continued to spurt a couple more times before starting to shrivel and drop out. Madison kept her surprised face buried down against her arm, hiding her smile from the biker. She hadn't had a guy cum that fast since she was in high school, and it was all she could do to keep from laughing. Who knew how this guy would react to that.
Madison dr essed and left the office. Prez stayed behind, collapsed on his couch and still catching his breath. As soon as she made her way back to the main room, she caught Dax's eye and he nodded at her, but then turned back to a conversation he was having with another biker. Madison was a little disappointed at his reaction. He didn't seem overly happy to see her, even though it was his idea that she go and satisfy the president in the first place.
She made her way over to him, ignoring some of the comments from the other bikers about the size of her tits or her firm ass as she went.
Dax continued to ignore her as she approached, his focus on the tall, gaunt looking biker in front of him. The man had to be over six feet tall, and had short brown hair that was cut over his dark, sunken eyes. She stood there, a foot away, staring at Dax until the man finally
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