Dikes on Bikes

Hot girls. Hot wheels. Slowing down is not an option. Cipriana and Lana S press their perfect bodies against each other on sleek black bikes, mouths already open, tongues meeting before words do. One girl slides a leather-gloved hand inside the other's unzipped jacket, fingers finding hard nipples. The second leans back against the seat, legs parting, her tiny skirt rucked up to reveal smooth, bare skin. Wet sounds fill the air as fingers slip between slick folds. Tongues trace collarbones. Breath fogs chrome. They grind against each other with the same restless hunger they ride with—fast, sure, no brakes. The bikes stay put. The girls don't.