Hell no, the ride just gets worse

"Sit down!" he yells into the wind, peering around you at the road.

Your legs stay locked, bracing you halfway on that horror he calls a dildo, and just barely above the spongy head of his dick at your ass. You're determined not to lower an inch, but a pair of knees smack into the backs of your own.

You squawk, and before you know it you're coming down. The giant dildo sinks deeper, and worse, his cock starts to make headway against your pussy.

The fight to remain off these two terrors continues as you race down the road, veering around other traffic and threading through red lights. The sirens seem to grow behind you, but you're too pre-occupied to look.

When you feel his hands come off the handlebars you start to panic and yell incoherently back at him.

"Shut up and sit down. All the way!" he barks in your ear. A heartbeat later you're attempting to do just that, but while you can make some progress on the dildo his cock seems to be in direct proportion to the rest of him. Not too long, but fat as a fire hydrant.

His hands continue to not be on the handlebars, making you wish your own weren't cuffed behind you. You let the full weight of your body try to sink you down and, combined with his two hands pull down on you, your rectum creaks open far enough to let him in.

After that you fight for every inch, eying the road with terror as the bike veers from side to side, narrowly dodging one disaster after another. You vaguely notice the sirens seem to be getting louder as his inattention allows them to gain ground.

"Damn that's tight!" he yells in your ear. "But it feels great, doesn't it? Now pump yourself up and down!"

"Are you crazy?!" You scream.