The bike sang like a sex machine, throbbing between their thighs, fuelling their desire to a critical intensity. He felt like an open keg of gunpowder waiting for her to strike a match. Her hands slipped under his jacket and t-shirt and touched his bare skin. He gasped and then moaned loudly, his sounds muffled within his helmet. It was as if a bolt of sexual energy had shot through him. He willed her on, mentally begging her to feel her way, anywhere. To do anything she liked. It was all he could do to keep the bike travelling in a straight line as her hands explored his muscular stomach and chest. He was just about as hard as he could get, and desperate to get her in bed, if they managed to get that far. And he doubted they would, because as they drove up the driveway, approaching Brandon Manor, all her subtle caresses vanished as she rubbed at him ferociously, scraping her nails all over his skin and tugging at his small hard nipples. He drove straight into the open garage and turned the engine off.
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