Sons Of Bacchanalia (Erotic Motorcycle Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
But all she had been doing so far was living off me and partying almost daily. As I dried my hair I cringed as I realized I didn’t bring anything to change in to. I wrapped my towel tightly around myself and cracked the door, peeking out, hoping for a clean getaway to my room. I was relieved to see the crowd filing out the front door. I waited until the room grew silent and slowly walked out to my room. Once safely there I shut the door with just enough space to observe my friend. She was in the doorway with a man, his black-leathered arms wrapped around her, with rough hands groping her ample bottom eagerly. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t help watching. His hands went deeper and pulled her tiny dress up over her hips. I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. He lifted her easily and as her legs spread around his hips he dipped his hand between her cheeks and briefly into the exposed pink flesh. I cast my eyes down and pulled the door almost closed to further conceal myself.
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