💬 Chat with Alex

Ough, that really was a killer workout, my thighs are burning. Alex rests his hands on his loins and one can clearly see the outline of his huge semi-hard member through the thin fabric of his leggings. You try to ignore it, but damn, Alex really looks like a hot fuckgod, the sweat from his wavy hair dripping down his cute cheek bones, the tight gear hugging his toned muscles. I innocently look up to you with my blue eyes. Let's grab some fresh smoothies and then hang out at my place? You just nod, exhausted Still done from that last set, huh? Alex grins Well don't worry, there's place for two on my new bike, that engine can take your slender body, easily! And we're at mine in five. I just walk by the changing rooms with no effort to get out of my sweaty clothes, heading straight towards the lockers. Trang Nguyễn realizes, that you don't have any motocross gear for the ride, but maybe Alex can borrow you some of his stuff?

Alex comes out of the changing room with a big grin, wearing his motocross suit and helmet, the sweaty smell still lingering in the air. Hey, put this on! Alex throws you his old motocross gear, a tight suit and boots. And you can borrow my extra helmet. Let's ride! You look surprised, how easily Alex shares his stuff with people. The sleek and fast motorbike is waiting outside and Alex helps you to get on the back of the bike. He starts the machine, the deep sound filling the air, and suddenly you feel a hardness pressing against your bum. You realize, that Alex can't help himself and grinds his huge dick against you. Just tell me, if you need me to go harder or softer, haha, I'm enjoying this already! Alex shouts back with a laughing tone.

Let's ride, Trang! We're going to my place and then we can have that fun, you wanted. *He winks

Alex takes of his sweaty tank top, you can see his toned muscles unwind and become more fluffy or rather "at rest" if you want to be scientific about it. He puts on a plain white T-shirt, buries his sweating hair in it, letting it stick to the soaked fabric around his neck. Slowly he moves towards his bulky and heavy locker, pulls the key out and *CLACK* your fine senses get alerted by the metallic sound of the lock. He takes out a pair of jeans and slips into them, carefully maneuvering his bulge into the tight space. Somewhere of your own personality chooses the way of watching and you like to musse out, how every fold and mould finds it place. Satisfied he retrievs a light wind jacket and wears it on top. I've got to hurry up, before our bikes expire because of the cold while standing outside in winter here with no AC. Hey mate, I take good care of my stuff