Then Ty was introduced and he came roaring onto the stage riding a Harley and dressed all in black leather, the ultimate bad boy biker. The women in the place went wild. Jessica leaned over and said, "Hes definitely got a Lexington Steele thing going on. Mercy!"
"Whats Lexington Steele?" Heather asked innocently, and Jessica only shook her head thinking it was a pity Heather wasn familiar with the well-hung porn star.
Ty revved the engine of the bike and with the grace of a true dancer leaned back, pumped his hips up and down, then swung his leg over the handlebars in tune to the slow, seductive music. His strong thighs barely fit into the tiny leather shorts he wore, and Heather could see his muscles flex proudly as he moved across the stage. He
muscle gay jerking ripped his leather jacket open, revealing a broad, hairless chest that belonged on the cover of a bodybuilding magazine. Slowly he tugged the jacket down his arms, then lifted it and swung it round and round over his
muscle gay jerking head, finally flinging it offstage somewhere.
He reached for the zip of his shorts and slowly lowered it as he mimicked a humping motion with his hips. Instead of stopping, he suddenly ripped the shorts apart and off, revealing a g-string that seemed barely capable of containing him. Heather swallowed, especially when he turned, lifted his eyes and they met her
muscle gay jerking own. She recognized the surprise, then the pleased glint in his pale eyes
muscle gay jerking as he slowly smiled at her. Licking
muscle gay jerking his lips, he threw his head back, then slid one hand down his slick chest
muscle gay jerking towards his crotch, still pumping his hips in time to the beat of the music. Lifting his head, his eyes met hers again, but then he suddenly dropped to the floor on all fours and began a slow fucking motion with an invisible partner in front of the crowd of screaming women. All the while his eyes didn leave Heathers, and she knew in his mind, she was his imaginary partner.
Heather squirmed in her seat, remembering what his cock had felt like the night shed
muscle gay jerking rubbed his crotch. Very large, very hot and throbbing in the palm of her hand. She couldn even begin to imagine what such a thing would feel like inside her pussy.
Shaking herself of such thoughts, shamed by her reaction, she leaned over to Jessica and demanded that they leave. Now! Jessica shook her head, refusing to tear her eyes from the stage. Worse, she kept commenting on what a hot body Ty had and once or twice said that Heather was damned crazy to pass up
muscle gay jerking a shot at tasting it. "Im calling a cab," Heather finally said, angry that her friend wasn being more supportive.
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