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“Uncle Hanta!” Ochako ran out after she heard the sound of the motorcycle revving up a storm in front of her parents’ house.
Hanta pulled off his helmet and Ochako was met with the familiar lopsided grin as she rushed to hug him.
He doesn't hesitate for a second to slip a hand down to the back of her skirt to squeeze her ass—earning a squeal from her as she pulled away.
“Hey, my lovely inheritance.” His grin widened at her expression, “Ready to go for a ride?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and patting the front of his seat. He hopped off, opening the back compartment, and got out a pink motorcycle helmet—just for her.
Ochako beamed, glancing back and forth between him and her bike, which was parked up and ready to go, then moved closer to his own.
“Yeah,” she hummed, “let's ride together though, I don't feel like being in control.” She put the helmet on, clipped the buckle securely and then tossed her leg over Hanta's bike—and only then did Hanta get a full view of what she was implying.
Ochako's bare pussy—exposed for the whole world to see, yet hidden under her skirt for his eyes only. She looked back at him with a knowing grin and winked.
Hanta's teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he glanced around as though he was making sure no one else saw what he saw.
“Alright baby, whatever you say,” he said, climbing on behind her. He slipped back on his own helmet, securing it on his head, and revved the motorcycle.
A pleasant sound escaped Ochako's lips as she felt the strong vibration between her legs. She arched her back away from him, pressing her body more onto the bike and rolled her hips against it.
“Uncle Hanta…” She cooed, holding onto the machine as it rumbled beneath her.
“Princess, we didn't leave the lot yet and you're already acting like a whore,” he murmured and bumped his helmet with hers. He revved the bike again, then drove off.
Hanta took his time as he drove—he didn't want to scare her, so he kept the bike in first gear. He noticed the way her knuckles turned white by the grip on the handlebars and chuckled softly.
“Have you practiced yet?” He asked over the noise of the engine.
“My dad won't let me practice outside of the neighbourhood by myself! I'm not allowed!”
“He's such a little bitch. Doesn't he know his little girl is practically a grown woman?” He scoffed in amusement as he let go of one side of the handlebars and wrapped his hand around her waist. It slipped further and further down and then his fingers nestled between her cunt lips, finding her clit.
She moaned, though it wasn't the surprised squeal Hanta was hoping for. It was almost as if she was expecting it.
“Hold on, baby, hold on,” he guided her and she held onto the handlebars tighter as his fingers toyed with her clit. Her hips ground down on his fingers to stimulate herself more.
“Speed bump!” She gasped out and Hanta's hand slipped away from her pussy and moved over hers. He slowed down ever so slightly and rode over the bump, followed by Ochako moaning against him.
She leaned back against his chest and when he peeked over her shoulder, he could see the wet spot on his bike. He couldn't help but laugh.
“Princess, you are such a whore,” he grinned behind the mask, and rode over another speed bump.
“Feels—too good!” She purred and opened her eyes as she felt him starting to slow down.
Hanta stopped and looked around again. He rolled the bike off to the side of the road, and then unzipped his pants.
“Come on baby, you're not the only one that can feel good.” He pulled his cock out through the hole in his boxers and between the zipper.
Ochako bent over the motorcycle, and Hanta lifted her skirt. He pushed her ass up further and watched his soaking wet seat, and shook his head. A few soft tuts left his lips and he cupped her pussy, rubbing his fingers against it and then slapping it gently.
The sounds that left her were shamelessly deviant. He moved his hand away, slipping two fingers into her ass, spreading them apart and then curling them, pumping in and out slowly.
“Fuck—fuck Hannnnta!” She mewled, scooting back into him. He leaned forward as he pulled his fingers away. The first inch of his cock entered her, and the immediate tight warmth almost made him cum instantly. He held back though—he wasn't weak.
He rocked his hips up again until he was buried to the hilt, and felt Ochako's walls pulsing against him.
“Shit…” he murmured, inhaling deeply as it took him a minute to concentrate.
Ochako's mewling didn't stop as she sighed in relief after being filled. The piercing on his dick rubbed against her walls and she whined out in pleasure—it's something she'd never get tired of.
Hanta fixed her skirt back over her ass and made sure to cover where his cock was buried inside her.
He resumed his journey to take her over to the hilltops where they could overlook the city.
Though, every time Hanta went over a speedbump now, his dick drove impossibly deeper inside of Ochako who couldn't help herself but to pant and moan whenever it happened.
“Gonna—cum if you don't stop!”
Hanta grinned wickedly, “I'm not doing anything.” He shifted the gear to climb the hill, revving up the motorcycle loudly and Ochako cried out.
The vibrations against her cunt were stronger. It had her toes curling and her sopping pussy clenching, craving for something—someone—to fill it. Her body jerked against the machine between her legs and the warmth of the engine ran through her.
When he revved again, she bucked her hips again and seized up, her back arching as she released violently all over the seat. Ochako panted heavily, tears pricking the corner of her eyes.
Hanta groaned as she squeezed his cock through her climax and he leaned forward against her. He sped up on the bike, reached the top of the hill, and came to a halt.
“You just couldn't wait, could ya?” he asked and bent her over again, pressing his hand down the centre of her back and kicked up the stand as he stood up. He bucked his hips forward and fucked into her ass, his other hand moving to grip on her shoulder.
“No—I couldn't—!” She keened, shaking her head as he rammed into her harshly, as if he was punishing her for cumming early. She didn't mind if it was a punishment though.
When Hanta reached his climax, he buried his cock deep inside of her once more, pulsing against her walls, and dragged out a moan.
Ochako felt the gush of cum spurt into her and she arched into him, panting heavily. Her head dropped onto the speedometer with a gentle thud of her helmet hitting the gauge cover.
As he pulled out, semen dripped down her hole and against her pussy, and Hanta wasted no time rubbing the tip of his cock between her lips and the seat.
“Fuuuuck gorgeous…” he whispered, pulling off his helmet and dropping it onto the grass, followed by Ochako's soon after.
She sat up and turned her head to face him. She spent so much time with her uncle that she even managed to mimic his lopsided smile.
Hanta grinned, tongue between his teeth as he leaned forward and cupped her jaw, meeting her lips for a chaste kiss.
“You planned this didn't you? You were in control this whole time,” he murmured against her lips and she only giggled in response.
It was exactly what she wanted and more.