Bbw Riding Novels & Stories

Speaking of that, Griffin had a great scent, but her wolf remained indifferent. “Yes. I love the way the Sportster handles.” Bee spoke excitedly about her motorcycle. “I started with a Softail Deluxe but found it cumbersome with my height. It was too thick for my thighs.” Maria had meant it innocently but seeing Griffin's lips curl she knew what he was about to say. “I can give you something thick between your thighs,” Griffin winked. Bee groaned as her cheeks turned red. “If I want something thick between my thighs, I get a bigger bike.” Was she flirting? Her wolf rolled her eyes and decided to pay attention.

“Of course, if you need some motivation, I’m sure my belt would be more than happy to assist.” The biker leans down and starts unbuckling his thick black leather belt. An image of him whipping my tender ass with his heavy leather flashes through my mind and I quickly shove my wet, pussy soaked finger into my mouth The biker wraps one of his large, strong arms under my toned stomach and lifts me a few feet towards a horse on the merry-go-round. “Press your tits up against the horse,” he instructs me. I lean forward and into the horse, pressing my smooth breasts against the cold metal. I reach up with one of my hands and grab the pole attached to the horse for support.

Eddie lifted Buck effortlessly, helping him straddle Bobby. Buck lined up carefully and sank down, taking Bobby’s full length in one slow glide. He moaned loudly at the familiar stretch, starting to ride Bobby with shallow, rolling movements, hands braced on Bobby’s chest. After a few blissful moments, Eddie stepped in. “My turn for access.” Buck took a deep, shaky breath, fear mixing with overwhelming need. He bent forward, chest pressing against Bobby’s, ass presented. Chim moved to the front, feeding his thick cock to both of them—alternating between Bobby’s eager mouth and Buck’s.

Brian says as he puts his hands on my waist, lifting me onto the saddle as if I weighed nothing. After showing me and Fraya some basics, both Bruce and Brian take the rains and start walking. First, I clutched the front of the saddle so tight my knuckles turned white, but after a few minutes, I started to relax and enjoyed the rhythm. “Do you want to go riding a little, Hailey?” Brian asks. Looking down at him and then to the woods, I felt my heart race. Me, riding? I can barely stay on top with him, leading me how the hell will I be able to ride.

“To them it is sacred Indian land and bikes would tear holes into it. They will be taking all the girls to the Tribal center with the tribe women that showed up earlier as they plan to send the buses back here. Then we will journey to the old church estate.” “On horseback?” Greer asked in disbelief. Monster stared at his Prez. His shock was so striking that he did not even blink. “The fuck?” Breed nodded. Greer shook his head and tried to hide his smile at Monster’s almost comic expression. “So I know Greer can ride.” Breed looked at Monster and around at the few men present. “But how many of the brothers can ride?” Crow, the IT for the club, chuckled. “We ride…Harleys, not Pintos.”