dk at the biker club
the side of my face pressed to the wall, i could only see the hall leading to the back exit. i had already stopped protesting. i’d spent the night flirting, teasing, touching the brute and his pack members. now i reap what i had sown. it was all a big game for all of us. we were dressed up to get messed up. all three of us, we squeezed our hard teen bodies into tiny black yoga pants. courtney and carla wore tiny thongs of a neon shade beneath the undersized tights, drawing the beholders eye...