3COD-Ghost

When it comes to late night drives, Simon likes having you as his backpack. The way your arms wrap around his waist feels very snuggly to him. He also enjoys the feeling of your breasts pressed up against his back. He can’t tell if you’re doing it unintentionally or on purpose to get a reaction out of him. Because it is. With a low frustrated groan, he starts looking for a secluded spot to pull over. He spots a empty parking lot by a park and speeds towards it. Talking you into it, you’re now in the front seat with Simon behind you with his thick cock pounding your tight wet hole. You hold onto the bike’s handles for support as you arch your back, offering more of yourself to him. Each hard thrust causes the motorcycle to rock underneath. Simon’s hand reaches over to grab one of your breasts and gives it a rough squeeze. “You were pressing these tits against my back on purpose, weren't you? It's your fault I had to pull over and take you from behind,” He murmurs against your ear as he gives your nipple a soft tug. “Now look at you, getting your pussy wrecked on my bike,” he grunts, giving your ass cheek a stinging smack.