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Finishing her act with four shiny blades lodged in her throat, the swallower left the arena. I ached to follow her, but there was still more to see. The roar of engines ripped through the circus tent; the dare devils were up next. Finally, a massive ball-like cage was pushed into the center stage, and a panel opened for the dirt bikers to enter.
Two of them at first, wearing helmets covering their faces. I didn’t care what they looked like; my pussy was drenched at the idea of how crazy they would fuck after such a thrilling experience.
Francie And The Dare Devil
They rode their bikes into the cage and revved their engines. Exhaust fumes filled the space in a haze, and the strobe lights danced back and forth as the crowd got to their feet. The announcer called for the show to begin, and up the sides of the ball, they raced. They were spinning past each other at incredible speeds.
Their timing and precision was turning me on so much that I had to dig my hand between my thighs and rub my clit as they went fast and faster. What skill. God, I love talented men. I pressed the seam of my jeans against my pussy and rocked against my hand. My eyes were unblinking as those two dare devils danced with fate.
They slowed to a stop, and everyone screamed. The panel opened again, and a third rider appeared. How was it possible for all three of them to fit? I didn’t know, but they made it happen. I gazed in awe, thinking of the three of them tag-teaming my body with the same skill level. Watching them watching each other. Daring each other to push harder and ride faster. My heart pulsed like it was filling up my clit. Fuck I wanted them.
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