<strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wiggy’s mind was completely lost within the sensations around her, the strong grip of Alex’s hands against her rocking butt, the feel of the rising heat emanating off his body and the sight of his lust-filled gaze. Like her animalistic lover, she remained completely oblivious to anything beyond his thrusting member, as she clawed at his back with one hand while cradling his head with the other. She hadn’t even noticed when their kiss had broken, apparently lost somewhere amidst the height of their depravity. It was only when she suddenly felt him pull out that some lucidity returned to an otherwise sex-addled mind.<br/><br/>With her chest still heaving from the brief exercise, she leaned back on the counter, propping herself up on her arms as she watched Alex step back. A sly smile crossed her lips as she noted the wetness around his crotch as well as the now glistening member, its purple tinged surface pulsing angrily with the throbbing head looking fit to burst. Her only gripe with the view was that Alex was still partially dressed.<br/><br/>When the biker approached, Wiggy unconsciously spread her thighs, eager to find the release she thought he was offering only for her lips to form into a disappointed pout as he effortlessly lifted her from the counter. She chose not to voice her complaints however as he had her shuffle over two barstools. Her only reaction was a slight wince as she felt the tip of his member sensuously rubbing against her rear before sighing out of both pleasure and relief as he chose to plunge his manhood back between her needy folds.<br/><br/>“Hands on your ass and spread them,” Alex barked to her surprise, a demand she followed a touch reluctantly as she muttered between pants, “Fine, just try to remain focused on pulling out in time.” Wiggy was beginning to feel that the man was getting a little too distracted as she reached back with her hands and gently pulled her cheeks a part. The last thing she needed was to become pregnant.<br/><br/>A small shiver ran through her body as she complied with his order, leaving her wondering if it was because of the cold against her ring or the fact that she knew he was just... watching. It was almost an unbearably embarrassing thought which is why she was pleased when she felt his thumb against her back entrance, preferring that he actually do something over stare shamelessly where he shouldn’t. With a grimace, she could feel as the fat digit slid in, causing her to grunt with resolve before gradually beginning to move her hips. Before long Wiggy was happily bumping back against each thrust by Alex, eliciting a series of lustful sighs and moans as she felt her nethers begin to grow hot in anticipation.<br/><br/>And then there was a flash…<br/><br/>Only not a climactic one like Wiggy was expecting but rather a flash from the crowd, and then another and another. Confused, the technician glanced up into the crowd, only to blush heavily at the sight. There were people just gaping, cheering, or simply staring at them. There were even a few people coupling up themselves or openly masturbating. It was a bizarre scene although infinitely better to the previous picture of dead bodies and drunken brawls. It was another flash which brought her attention back to the main problem however as her eyes fell upon<em>a camera</em>! And not just one, but several, with some people even carrying holoscreen recorders. “Alex,” she wanted to scream as she released her cheeks to grab the barstool in front, “We’re being recorded!” The words never came however…<br/><br/>With one final gasp, Wiggy’s knuckles suddenly turned white around the edges of the barstool as her pleasure spiked and she came violently over the thrusting cock. It had just been too much, the thought of being so exposed while bouncing back against Alex’s red hot member. For the next moment she was holding on for dear life as her body tensed and shuddered from head to toe, shaken from the very core, as she felt her sex contracting tightly around Alex’s thick, plunging, manhood. Her rear instinctively squeezed around the invading thumb as the world disappeared into an orgasmic haze. She could barely even stand as her knees almost buckled under the waves of pleasure permeating through the muscles and joints of her legs. With a long satisfied moan, her body milked at the limbs inside her until finally she collapsed weakly over the barstools, panting from exhaustion.