She had a harder edge to her, though; she was quite outgoing and self-assertive, and had this flirty, jaunty way about her that no red-blooded man cou...d fail to fall for.She took me to my first biker rally; an event by a small locally-based club, and after we set up the tent and began socialising in the evening, I found she knew plenty of faces there, including several members of an all-female club who'd turned up for the rally. Well, people were dancing in the marquees and getting drunk, and. I took him easily after the thorough fucking that “Mr Well Hung” had given me. I began to rock on him inching him deeper and deeper. He sucked my nipples and it felt amazing.I looked back and “Mr Well Hung” was Between Mr. Eight Inch’s legs, licking his balls as his dick slid in me. I could then feel his tongue flicking from Mr.Eight Inch’s cock to around my ass. it felt good! Then a moment later Mr Well Hung stood up and leaned against me. Mr Eight Inch, taking his cue, grasped my ass cheeks. The familiar surge flowed through her body, from her nipples firmly in his grasp to her clitoris massaged by his shaft to the inner reaches of her hot spot rubbed by his knob. Suddenly the climax burst through her body. She ground her cunt over him and wailed her pleasure to the roof.“Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooohh! Aaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaargh! Aaaaaaaaghhh! Aaaaaaaaarrrrghhh! I’m cuuumming!” she cried, “Ooooooh yeeees! Ooooooh yeeees! Ooooh fuuuck! Ooooh fuuuuuck! Ooooohh shiiit!. He and I watched as our other biker buddy slipped his hard rod into the messy hole in front of him. She squealed a little since he was pretty thick. Her husband played with her jiggling tits and I stuck my softening pecker in her mouth to get cleaned off too. She thrust her hips into the present vaginal visitor to get her own climax.She was so slick by now that it took “Big Dick”, as we called him, a while to get his nuts emptied, but she liked that. More strokes to pleasure her love tunnel.