. I could see Butch's balls slapping under me and an ominous looking knot on his cock shaft. She didn't seem to want to stop Go home This left me with the job of following her around to make sure she didn't burn the place down.
It was pure instinct and unnecessary - the bike had a 'sissy' bar but it feels nice so she continues to hug me tight around my waist. It was obvious that the street is seldom used and our destination would more than likely be deserted