Motorcycle Drivers

It always rains in summer in cities in southern China, and it was also a rainy day that day, all the motorcycle drivers put on their raincoats.

Their motorcycles are lined up next to the subway station. I walked over and was attracted by a driver in his thirties. I asked him how much it would cost to get to xxx. He said a price, and I accepted it. Then he wiped the Rain Water on the cushion behind him with a rag and let me get into his raincoat and sit on it.

I stared at his round buttocks in his raincoat. The moment he started the motorcycle, our bodies clung to each other by inertia. My lips kissed him lightly on the neck, my hands on his thighs. My face turned red, my heart beat very fast, and my cock was hard.

I didn't move away my lips from his neck, nor did I remove my hands from his thighs, and he didn't say no, continued to drive, so I continued to maintain my posture. Every time the motorcycle bumped, I was deliberately closer to him.

The tip of my nose touched his neck, too. I smelled his fragrance greedily, and then tried to stick out the tip of my tongue. He still didn't refuse me, and I tasted the salty taste on his neck. It was so good.

Although my heart was about to jump out of my throat, I was not satisfied with it. I began to slowly move the tip of my lips and tongue and put my right hand on his crotch. His cock emitted warm moisture, passing through his crotch to my right hand. His bulge was getting bigger and bigger.

There might be a red light ahead or because of the traffic jam, he stopped his motorcycle, and I kept still. I was in his raincoat and I couldn't see anything outside but him. He took my right hand away, stepped on the ground and moved forward a little. I felt very depressed, but there were still 20 minutes to go.

He started the motorcycle again, and I took advantage of inertia to move forward again. This time I kissed him directly on the neck and cupped his crotch with my right hand.

His cock was so hard, so was mine. I exposed my cock with my left hand and stuffed it into his T-shirt so that the flesh of my cock could touch the flesh of his lower back. My pre-cum made my cock glue to his skin.

I gently thrusted him and imagined my cock was in his hot cavern. My left hand moved to my right hand. My right index finger and thumb squeezed the zipper of his crotch, and as soon as the motorcycle bumped, I pulled the zipper down a little bit.

Finally, he was completely unzipped by me, and my fingertips could reach the pubic hair at the base of his thighs. He stopped the motorcycle again, but this time he didn't break me.

When the motorcycle started again, I became even more unscrupulous. I unbuttoned his pants, and put my right hand directly into his underwear, grabbing his cock, then I put my left hand into his T-shirt and pinched his stiff nipples.

I started licking and sucking his neck crazily, caressing his body with both hands and rubbing him with my cock. I felt like we were one, and I hoped time stopped there.

The motorcycle stopped again. I felt his cock swollen in my hands, suddenly, warm liquid gushed out and some splashed on my right hand. I immediately let go of my hand because more exciting thoughts occurred to me.

As expected, he grabbed his cock with his right hand and wanted to keep shooting. I stopped him and told him we could have a more exciting way of playing.

I took off our pants, stuffed them into my backpack, and took out a lubricant to lubricate his backyard. When I could reach into three fingers, I thrusted my whole cock in, then we sat down slowly.

He pouted his ass and started the motorcycle. I grabbed his cock and fucked him all the way home, and warned him, "you slutty bitch, better never stop your motorcycle, or I'll take off your raincoat and let all passers-by see that you, a big man with cock, is being fucked by another big man."

Several times I felt like I was on the edge, so I pulled out my cock and plugged it in, sometimes leaking a few drops of semen.

"We are almost at our destination. Can I stop?" He asked me carefully. I thought about it and said, "Yes, but you have to come to my apartment with me."

He parked his motorcycle in my downstairs garage, and then I still stuck him under his raincoat and walked slowly into the elevator with him to my apartment. There were several times when my cock came out and I thrusted it back in.

As soon as entered the door, I took off our clothes, hugged him hard and kissed him crazily on the tongue. We lay down on the couch in the living room together and kept having sex.