This is getting too hot, you have to pull over.

Miki is pretty savvy; she's well aware that once a guy gets hot and bothered, the cock tends to take over from the brain when it comes to making decisions. There's isn't much chance you're going to win this challenge, not when you have a minx in heat like Miki strumming her clit and letting you fondle her chest. Already you're eyes are darting, looking for a safe place to pull over.

The final straw when Miki, smiling like a wicked she-devil, lifts your hand from her breast and quite firmly lodges it down to her crotch, trapping you between her strong thighs. You can feel the heat and moisture of her pussy through the fabric of her underwear, and you cock throbs in sympathy at the intimate contact, just dying to get a taste of the action.

Miki laughs as you abruptly pull the car into a vacant office parking lot.

"Looks like I won this bet," she taunts you, putting her hand back on your very appreciative lap.

"I guess so," you admit, pressing your fingers into her labia through her cotton panties.

"I guess that means you have to pay the forfeit."

"Forfeit?"

What is it that Miki has in mind?