"Alright, this is what I wanna try out!" Your date demanded, as you both stand in front of one of the arcade machine, a motorbike racing game, with the controller being a replica of an actual bike.

You've paid the arcade the card to use for the machine in advance, about the same as the Pizza. So, not much money loss. 

She swipes her new card on to the machine and activated it, starting the game, "Alright, strap on little guy. I'm gonna show you my kind of fun~" They way she says it is worrying, but you're also excited to see what she means.

As she rides on the chassis and grips the handlebars of the motorcycle game, starting a level and the race, she leans forward, totally immersed in the action. That's when you, nestled securely between her luscious breasts, feels the vibrations of the game reverberate through their whole being. Each lean and turn pulls you closer to her warm skin, a grind that fuels a delicious tension between them. The viewing onlookers are captivated, but no one can distract her from the thrill of racing, nor the delightful sensation of her little companion squirming beneath her. When she scores a perfect lap, her laughter booms, sending delightful quakes through her chest, increasing the arousal and heightened sensations. Fueled by adrenaline and playful competition.

The atmosphere begins to charged with excitement as you cheered her on, an alluring concoction of confidence and daring swirled in her. Round two begins, but oh dear, the intensity escalates beyond imagination. As she plunges deeper into the game, her cleavage dominates the scene, forming an irresistible yet perilous embrace.  Overwhelmed by the sight and the pressure, you finds yourself engulfed in a state of asphyxiation, trapped by the very essence of her allure. The struggle is both entrancing and overwhelming.

So much so, one big turn after, the giant pile of boobflesh engulfed your body and drowns you, knocking the daylights out of you...