Issy
He smelled so good. I buried my nose in the middle of his back. Driving a motorcycle and being a passenger are so different. When you’re in charge, you’re constantly on alert, paying attention to your surroundings, your head always on a swivel. You have to watch out for other drivers constantly. When you’re a passenger, you can help with that, but a lot of the time you just put your trust in the driver.
My mind is only on Ben, the vibration of the bike revving me up as much as the man in front of me. Smelling him, feeling him, has images in my head that are turning me on so f*cking much. I can feel myself getting really wet. The feel of his skin is so smooth. He isn’t hairy, which would be a first for me. I’ve always been with hairy men. Ben is a big man too, so I am wond
