Without a word—though she might've been smirking behind her helmet—the biker picked up your tiny form and stuffed you right between her boobs. Then, to sweeten the deal, she zipped up her catsuit enough to make you snug, no doubt to ensure you'd not fall out during the ride. So you were able to take in just how tight her bosom could be, and how intoxicating her unidentifiable perfume is. Her tightened boobs only parted briefly as she slipped her cell phone into her cleavage, using it in lieu of a non-present pocket as she sat in the motorcycle.

It didn't take long for her to begin revving up the Harely-Davidson, making a rumble shudder through her body... and around you. Better brace yourself...