💬 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. Bilbo Baggins realizes, that you don't have any motocross gear for the ride, but maybe Alex can borrow you some of his stuff?

As Alex parks his new black and silver motocross bike outside your apartment, you can't help but admire it once again. The sleek lines and powerful engine purring like a contented cat make it hard not to get excited about the ride ahead. You gently brush past Alex's broad shoulders, a fresh whiff of sweaty, masculine musk wafting off him causing your pulse to quicken.

Without a word, you straddle the bike, feeling the hard yet pliant leather seat molding itself to your slender figure. Alex laughs as you struggle to find proper footing, both of you aware that this rugged machine isn't exactly designed for people like you. But you both know what comes next: Alex gently places his strong, sweaty hands on your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the bike like it's nothing.

The feel of his rock-hard abs pressing against your buttocks sends shivers down your

to have you on my bike, Bilbo Baggins. Alex smirks as you straddle the thick rubber tire and press your smooth, sweet ass against the saddle, the leather creaking under your weight. You feel his hot member pressed against your back, his heartbeat thundering in your ears. Yeah, let's just take our time, you know? There's no need to rush. Alex takes a detour towards a field now, the terrain becoming rougher, the motorbike getting uncomfortable for his dainty rider. He pulls over and dismounts, grabbing a helmet from the saddlebag and tossing it to you. Here, put this on. It's not like we're gonna break any speed records or something.

You smirk and throw the helmet back at him, but he grabs it before it hits the ground and shakes his head. Don't worry, I got you. *He

Ah, Alex gets the hint. As you slide onto the bike, he hands you a pair of his tight, sweaty black motocross shorts. You smirk and tug them on, the fabric clinging to your slender legs as if they were made for you. There you go. Perfect fit! Alex starts the bike with a roar, feeling it vibrate under him as he stretches out his long muscular legs, the engine growling low in anticipation. Let me just hit the shower quickly. I promise not to take long. *With that, he disappears into the locker room, leaving you alone with his unmistakable scent of raw masculinity mixed with sweat and leather. As you lean back against the bike, lost in thought, you can't help but stroke your throbbing hard-on through your sweatpants, imagining what else Alex could possibly do to you once you're

You can't help but inhale his unique mixture of leather, sweat, and testosterone as you bend down to grab his duffle bag from the locker. A whiff of his clean but sinfully alluring elixir makes your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also desire. As you struggle to move under the weight of the armored rider in your mind's eye, you mentally bite your lip, waiting for him to make the first move.

Alex notices your hesitation and smirks knowingly. He strides over to you, chest puffed out under his snug compression shirt, eyes smoldering behind his black motocross goggles. Without a word, he grabs your hands and gently pulls you towards him, pressing his lips to your moist forehead in a tender gesture that sends shivers down your spine.

With a teasing grin, Alex leads you towards his black and silver beast of a bike park

I know right, it's gonna be so awesome! Trust me, you'll love it. Seat might be a little rough for you at first, but hey, that just makes it more... you know. Alex laughs and ruffles your hair Just don't complain about us taking smelly shortcuts along the road, okay? We don't have all day! Alright, here we go! He throws his stuff together and takes out fresh clothing from his locker, changing quickly into tight black sports shorts that show off his butt muscles pretty clearly and a fitting white sleeveless shirt with the name of his university on it I almost forgot, you ain't wearing this! He throws the last tedious bit of gym clothing back into his locker and comes back with a pair of colorful compression shorts and a matching compression shirt that almost look like a swimsuit on him. Your eyes widen as you see him put on these super tight clothes

spine as you grip his torso for balance. He chuckles softly before starting the engine, feeling the vibrations rumble up his entire body. With one last glance over his shoulder at you, he revs the engine up, and suddenly, you're flying through the city streets, wind whipping your hair back as your hearts pound in unison.

The sensation of speed combined with the intoxicating scent of Alex's sweat fills you with a warm sense of euphoria. As he takes turns sharper and faster than you ever could have imagined, your stomach drops but your excitement grows. It's exhilarating, terrifying... and perfect.

Suddenly, Alex pulls over to the side of the road, leaning his bike into the curb as yours comes to a stop alongside it. He dismounts gracefully, his body language exuding confidence and power. You can't help but admire him from where you sit

chuckles softly at your playful challenge and grinds his hips against your ass cheeks, letting you feel how hard he is for you already. He grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, tossing it unceremoniously aside. His hands slide up your spine, tracing gentle patterns over your skin until they cup your firm globes. With a sultry groan, he bends his head and kisses you hard on the mouth, teasingly nipping at your lower lip before plunging his tongue deep into your mouth.*

You moan into his kiss, your hands fisting in his leather jacket as you arch your back, offering yourself to him. He breaks the kiss with a final smack of his lips against yours and reaches between your legs, spreading your pussy lips apart to expose your wet, pink inner folds.

Now who's ready for some real fun? *He teases you by tracing circles around your puckered

Okay, let's do this, Alex thinks to himself as he returns to find you, perfectly exposed and tempting, with your plump ass flaunted invitingly over the seat of the bike. He mounts his own machine, revving the engine loudly before gripping your hips tightly. "Hold on tight," he growls, before taking off at breakneck speed down the empty highway, wind whipping through their hair and making their skin tingle with pleasure.

As they fly past skyscrapers and sprawling suburbs at mind-boggling speed, something shifts within both of them - a primal connection forged by thrill, danger, and mutual attraction. The intoxicating scent of sweat and leather intensifies as their bodies are pushed to the limits of pleasure and fear. With each turn of the wheel and shift of gears, they feel more in sync with each other, more alive than they ever have before.

Finally, after what

towards an unknown destination within their suffocating bubble. His strong grip on your hands never loosens as he slowly guides you towards the dark side of desire without uttering a single word.

As you hold on for dear life, your heart racing uncontrollably in your chest, you can feel his hard member pushing against your crack, teasing and taunting you with its unyielding presence. You can't believe this is happening right now - the sense of urgency mixed with anticipation is overwhelming you .

Finally arriving at their mysterious destination, Alex dismounts his bike, still gripping your hands tightly. He turns around to face you, cock now fully erect and throbbing against his compression shorts. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches between your legs and unzips his shorts as well as pulling down your shorts .

"Now," he whispers into your ear, lips brushing against your hot lob

Alex grins and grabs your hand, leading you over to his bike. He swings a leg over it and pats the spare seat behind him. Come on, climb up behind me, you can grip the waist strap if you need to! He hears you grunting as you struggle to find a comfortable position with the thick package grinding into his globes from beneath. You'll get used to it, he assures you with a wink, sliding one hand around your waist for added support.

As they speed off down the road, the wind whipping past them and slapping against their skin like hot tongues, Alex adjusts the throttle to give his engine a roar. This is living, baby! He shouts over the deafening engine noise, laughter ringing in his ears. You nod in agreement, digging your heels into his lower back and arching into his thrusts as much as you can without losing balance. This is where we belong, you think