Surprised and very aroused, I wrapped my arms around his neck while he grabbed my other thigh and lifted me into the air.I felt my back press abruptly...against the wall, holding me in place while my legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He held my ass in one hand as he grabbed his hard, pulsing cock and redirected it back into my hot, wet fuckhole, thrusting slowly and purposefully.Steadying me, he grabbed my hips with both hands and firmly probed me, long and deep as the thrust of his hips. The back of the garage was a workshop, with at least 8 vehicles in various states of restoration. In the back, was an obvious new arrival.A black cover was removed to reveal a motorcycle. Black paint and chrome, with a fairing, large plastic saddlebags, and trunk. She looked at the cylinder heads, and saw a Honda logo. Then looking at the gas tank, the words "GoldWing" jumped out at her. She quickly walked through the workshop, liberating a few tools, and placed them into the storage areas. She. Amy was lost in her own orgasm, everything concentrated down to the rippling spasms in her pussy as ultimate pleasure coursed through every nerve in her body. Slowly she sank to her knees and kissed Willy’s wet face tenderly, loving what this boy had just given her, her mind already wanting more. She pushed him over on his side, lying down facing him her head cradled on his arm as she continued to bestow soft kisses to his face and lips. “You did that very well Willy” she said and was rewarded. "Slave; get up and slap her pussy. Slap it hard. Mm, yeah," she coos as the slaps are translated through the desperate sub's body into soft thrusts into her clenching pussy, the dominatrix biting her lip as she tries to savor the burgeoning climax for as long as she can, straining against it before finally letting it take her all at once, riding it for all its worth, her hands mussing her own hair and caressing her face madly as she moans with pleasure, pinching her sub's head roughly between.