Bike Smut

There’s something about bikes that turns me on every time. Maybe it’s those first memories—my clit pressed against something hard, the road vibrating through me. Or maybe it’s that feeling of freedom: the wind in my hair, the perfect rhythm of pedaling, like a heartbeat in sync with summer. Or maybe… it’s my girlfriend, riding like she knows exactly what it does to me. Tiny shorts, sweat glistening on her skin… and suddenly I’m a horny teenager again, lost in a daydream.