We pull over for safety reasons

"P-pull over," the biker says, as I feel his dick grow larger in his pants.

"Okay, fine, silly," I say. "You're not quite the daredevil I thought you were." Together, we pull the bike over on the side of the road. We're in the middle of nowhere, so there's little chance of us begin seen.

We both stand up off the bike and the biker starts fumbling with his zipper. He excitedly whips out his thick, brown, uncut cock. He strokes it a few times and it grows in size. I kneel down on the ground in front of him and pull my top down to expose my large, luscious breasts.

"Those are fucking amazing," he says. "I want to fuck them."

I grab his cock in my hand and begin stroking it.