Jay Jo Bike Novels & Stories

asked an office boy. "Yes, are you done?" Zahra asked Jamal the office boy. "Yes. I want to take a break. Exit briefly to receive orders. My job will clean the room in the afternoon again. " Zahra nodded. The office boy has changed into a jacket using the O-Mitra online motorcycle taxi jacket. Made by the application made by Bayu.

She stretched out her hand to Silas who took it "My name is Joan Johnson, my friends calls me JoJo. I'm a model, a brand influencer, a video vexen, a biologist and a pretty lady who goes for what she wants. The last sentence made Silas to laugh out. I was just at one corner watching them. JoJo was flirting around Silas and he knows it but played along. "Silas Kurt, a gym instructor and therapist. Is nice to meet you JoJo. Silas withdraw his hand from her, he looked over at me to see if I look offended but I was giving them a go ahead smile. Silas later left while I walked inside with JoJo. She began her usual rant but this time around I paid attention because it was all about Ohio.

I would love to have her tied up and naked as I use her body for my pleasure. " Earth to you idiot!" Jepoy says as he slaps my head. I snap out of my fantasies. "What the fuck are you thinking? I know that look and I would like to say it's disgusting." He says. I ignore him but can't help the smile that paints my lips. I make my way to my bike with every intention of leaving the club. Jepoy's footsteps echo behind me. " By the way, what did Linda say?" Jepoy asks and my mood suddenly darkens.

I don’t even think he realizes what’s happening until she lines him up and sinks down onto his cock without warning. He moans—but can’t lift his mouth from my cock—and the vibrations shoot straight through me. “Holy shit!” I nearly scream. “Hermes—if you don’t get inside me soon, I’m gonna cum without you.” JoJo bounces on Jake’s cock like she’s on a damn mission. She grabs her ankles, leaning back as she rides him, slamming down with each stroke. Jake’s moans grow louder with every thrust—and the way they vibrate up my cock? It’s enough to push me over the edge.

*********** *********** Kane’s POV The morning air was already turning thick with dust and heat, but I didn't care. I leaned back against the rusted iron frame of my bike, parked dead in the shadows across the main road from her compound. The metal grew hot under my palms as the engine idled in a low, deep rumble, vibrating straight through my chest.

He stared right back at me as he rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip and cocked an eyebrow at me. "She's riding with me." Joker demanded. I heard Dom snicker. He knew what was about to happen. "Nope. I'm riding MY bike. Fuck all of you!" I threw up both of my middle fingers as I hurried to the garage. A moment later I started up my bike, revved the engine and pealed out. Serves them right. Let's see if they can keep up with me. Assholes.

I barely rid these days but there was a time where I go everywhere on my bike. We could easily walk to the part reserved for running but I don’t want us to waste time with that. She is already worried for Joan, I don’t want to delay us more. “Yes, I own a bike. Do you like bikers?” I asked her even though her reaction already gave away the fact that she did. “I do! My dad is a biker and I used to ride with him! It’s so cool! You are so cool.” I smiled proudly as I helped her with the helmet.

"Dude... I f*cking love bikes. Bikes are my only true love. I have a BMW M 1000 RR. Which one do you have?" "No way! What?" He was stunned as he masked his expression. "Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R," he said with wide eyes. "Dude, that's sick. I'm obsessed with bikes." Angela chirped excitedly. "You're a biker. For real?" "Wanna ride sometime, I can show you some wheelies. I have got a whole XR club. It's a whole community." She mused and his eyes widened. "No f*cking way! You know Julian?" He asked.

he asked, his eyes shining with a hint of mischief. “Never been to one before, but there’s a first time for everything. I just don’t have a bike.” A slow smile spread across Jay’s face and I could almost see the cogs in his mind start turning with some sort of master genius plan. “You can borrow my Yamaha R1.” He gestured to the beast covered with a dust sheet. “Unless you’re scared and would rather ride bitch with Harley.”