You pull over and let her finish.

"Where do you want me to drop you?" you repeat, yelling over your shoulder at the frantic girl.

"What? Oh God Don't Stop! Holy Fuck This Is Good! So Fucking Good! Oh God Keep Going, Just Keep Going!"

Shaking your head in amusement you keep riding, slowing as you hit the edge of town, but maintaining enough vibration to keep Cindy in orgasmic bliss. The thought of riding through this placid New England town with an orgasmic teen on the back of the bike makes you laugh suddenly, and you pull over, gunning the throttle, sending another burst of vibration through her.

"OH YESSSSSS! Give me more! Oh God More!" she wails, bucking and grinding on the seat, her nails digging into your chest with one hand while she massages your cock through your jeans with the other. You rev the engine one more time, and she gasps, writhing frantically, making little animal noises behind you as she comes. You throttle back and let the bike's vibrations slow, and Cindy moans happily savouring the aftershocks of her orgasms.

"Holy Fuck that was incredible!" she groans, her hand still squeezing your cock. "I've never...never come like that before...God I'm drenched...so wet...I'll need a mop!" She giggles happily, purring as she presses her body against your back, her ripe young breasts feeling delightful.

"You probably shouldn't get a motorcycle, if that's what they do to you," you chuckle. "You'd either kill yourself, coming while you ride, or you'd never get it out of the garage. Just straddle it and rev the engine."

"I don't think I'm the only one who got their engine revved up Dean," she giggles throatily, her slender fingers fondling your thickened cock. "You want me to take care of this for you? Return the favour you just did for me?"