A joyride

Embracing a beautiful, naked girl in a fancy apartment. Can things get any better? Ren thought as he nuzzled Makoto’s freshly washed neck.

She looked back at him a with a teasing smile. “Up for round three?”

His cock sizzled against her tight asscheeks. “Here?”

Makoto tilted her head. “No. Somewhere more… open.”

He grinned. This is gonna be good.

The duo hopped off the sofa and made for the front door where another red portal awaited. Said portal transported them to a highway, completely devoid of traffic.

The tar road was uncomfortable to stand on with bare feet. Ren was about to bring this up, when the roar of an engine echoed in the distance, but was swiftly moving towards themselves.

Charging down the highway was a slick and futuristic motorcycle, carrying no driver. It was Johanna, Makoto’s persona, or a recreation of it in this case.

The bike skidded to a daringly close stop next to the two. Makoto leapt onto the bike, grabbing the handles and adopting low-leaning position, arching her rear-end upwards. She winked at Ren. “Let’s go for a joyride!”

With a thrilled grin, he hopped onto Johanna. The seat had a nice leathery feel, but barely enough space for two people. This was a good enough excuse to press into Makoto and wrap his arms around her hard midriff.

She purred in rhythm with the engine, giving it a rev. “Don’t forget to click in your seatbelt.”

“How silly of me.” Ren said. He rolled his pelvis, feeling out the location of a lock to insert his key. There. A high-pitched yelp escaped Makoto and she revved the bike again, harder this time. He kissed her neck, then whispered into her ear, “On your marks… Get set... Go.” At that, Johanna dashed forward.

Makoto held herself as steady as stone, but the sudden **** jerked Ren back, pulling two-thirds of his cock out of Makoto’s pussy. He wasn’t going to stand for this. A monochrome city and red sky rushed by as he fought to fully slot himself back inside her. Ren was rewarded with an engine rev and more speed.

The wind pulled his hair like a rough lover.

Once sure his position was solid, he began rocking his hip back and forward, rubbing his engorged member within Makoto. Her moans were hard – but not impossible – to hear over the bike and the rushing air.

Ren thrusted as fast as he could while staying affixed to the bike. There were no enemies, yet he was in real danger of being shredded by the road speeding below him. Part of him screamed to stop this mad act of horniess. However, the sense of danger actually spurred him on, due to his primal survival instincts raging at him to procreate.

The faster he fucked Makoto; the faster Johanna drove.

Their surroundings blurred into a streaking smear. Their ears were filled with pure noise. The only clear sensation Ren felt was the boiling tension swelling at his crotch.

Come on! Come on! His mind demanded as his body rapidly thrusted. _Almost! _Heat shot up his shaft. Makoto screamed over the wind, pulling the motorbike up into a wheelie. The two weren’t so much latched onto Johanna as they were frozen in orgasm.

Any sense of space and time left Ren until a bump brought him back to his senses. The bike was back on two wheels and slowing.

When it eventually stopped, he found the sudden quiet dizzying and rested his head on Makoto’s shoulder. He could feel her body pulse outward, ejecting sexually heat.

She looked at him. After a second of eye-contact, Ren pushed himself to the very back of the seat, inviting Makoto to make use of the space. She smiled, raised her legs, and spun 180 degrees on her bottom to face him.

Ren pounced on her, hungerly locking lips and reinserting himself. He wasn’t going to settle for fucking on a motorcycle just once.

Johanna‘s suspension was put to the test as his cock pounded Makoto like he was button mashing in Star Forneus. The test ended when the two lovers blissfully gasped.

Ren collapsed onto Makoto like she was a mattress. Likewise, she hugged him as if he was a giant stuffed-animal.

Fluttering and heavy panting sounded from above. Pixie stared down at them and, through puffs, said, “Next time… wait up… for me.” The fairy wavered before dropping to the ground. Ren and Makoto were too tired and elated to pay her any mind.