YOUNG SATISFIER

Chapter 09: Chase the Motorcycle Gang

The experience with Riana really opened Reno's eyes, how could it not be, he was made intoxicated by the size of her breasts and her milk which was still fresh and sweet when he licked her nipples. After the two of them reached the peak of pleasure for the third time, they lay on the bed still panting for breath, their bodies covered in sweat and fluids mixed on the white sheets which were now crumpled.

Riana sat on the edge of the bed, her back leaning against the headboard, her big breasts still swaying gently, and she looked at Reno with sad eyes while asking in a hoarse voice, "How old are you now? I'm curious."

Reno, who was still lying on his back with his chest rising and falling, answered, "18 years old, Auntie. Still in the third year of high school."

Riana laughed a little, shook her head, and said, "18 years old, the same age as my daughter. Amazing, you are really mature for your age. Yours are big and long lasting, making me addicted."

Usually Reno goes straight home when he finishes his work. He never lingers with clients because he is used to that routine.

But this time, Aunt Riana added to the session by grabbing Reno's hand and pulling him back onto the bed, his body still wet with sweat and semen. She said in a seductive tone as his hand grabbed Reno's shaft which was starting to soften but was still big, "Reno, yours is very big and tough, that's what makes me very satisfied. I'm going to go crazy if this continues. You were able to make me cum many times, even my own husband could never do that. I want more. Put it in my mouth first."

Without waiting for an answer, Riana lowered her head and took Reno's shaft into her mouth, licking and sucking it vigorously until it was hard again.

Reno was happy to hear the praise, even though there were actually quite a few women who praised him the same way, but every compliment still felt pleasant to his ears.

Reno turned Riana's body over, making her crawl on the bed in a doggy style position, her big breasts hanging down and swaying, and he started pounding her from behind with a fast and deep rhythm.

The head of his shaft entered and exited Riana's wet slit with a splashing sound that was clearly audible in the silent room.

Riana's eyes sparkled brightly even though her body was tired, her breathing was ragged as if she was running out of air, and she started to speak incoherently with strange, incoherent words, "Oh my God, don't stop, keep stabbing."

"I want to die, it feels so good,"

“Harder, harder, squeeze my tits.”

Reno squeezed the big breasts from behind, his fingers pinched the hardened nipples, and milk began to drip out to wet his hands. He continued to spur until Riana almost fainted from repeated orgasms, her body was shaking violently and her legs were limp without strength, clear liquid flowed from her slit to wet the sheets.

After several hours had passed, at exactly half past midnight, Reno headed home on his sports motorbike after taking a short shower in the hotel room.

However, when he was driving on a quiet highway at moderate speed, he felt someone following him from behind. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that there was a group of about ten motorbike gangs, all wearing black jackets and full face helmets, their motorbike lights shining sharply.

He cursed under his breath, "Damn, what is this," and felt a bad feeling creep through his body. He turned the gas deeper and accelerated, the motorbike's engine roared loudly in the silent night, the night wind hit his face.

There was a chase on a long, straight highway, with dim street lights and a few cars passing by every now and then. Even though Reno had pushed themselves at high speeds of up to 140 km per hour, they still managed to maintain the distance, as if their motorbike had no less performance.

Suddenly a car made a sudden turn from the intersection without warning, making Reno have to hit the brakes hard, the sound of screeching tires could be heard breaking the silence of the night, and his motorbike almost swerved.

Taking advantage of the moment, they surrounded Reno from all sides, cutting off his path until he was forced to stop at the side of a dark road. Reno put his feet on the asphalt, his motorbike engine was still roaring, and he asked in a loud voice, "What's going on? Why are you guys chasing me? What is the problem?"

One of them, who appeared to be the gang leader, got off his motorbike and walked over with confident, threatening steps. He took off his helmet, revealing a fierce face with a thin beard and angry burning eyes, and asked in an angry tone, "What did you do with Nikita at the hotel?"

Reno was confused and muttered softly, "Nikita?" He tried to remember that name among the dozens of clients he had served, and finally remembered that there was a customer with that name. Nikita is the youngest, 22 years old, a woman with a petite body and long hair who likes the missionary position.

He was very careful about his work, let alone customers' personal matters, so he answered carefully, "Ah, I remember Nikita. Who are you? Her boyfriend?"

The gang leader spat to the side, his eyes bloodshot, and he shouted in a voice full of hatred, “She's my wife, you bastard! You dare mess with my wife! You think you can get away with it? Tonight you'll suffer the consequences!”