Born to be Wild

Meraid on Aprilla motorbike 1000cc

After the first burst of acceleration, my hands moved further forwards and I began to wonder where they were placed. Am I holding his crotch? I wondered. I moved my hands back slowly towards his waist and slipped them around again. Does he think I’m feeling him up? I tried keeping my fingers still, but they wiggled as if they had a mind of their own.