The chase continues with some swerves

"I'll do it for you!" he yells back, and hands that had been reaching for the handlebars return to your sides.

"No! I can do it myself!" you shout, wanting only to see his hands where they should be.

Unfortunately, he seems to think one of his hands should be on your tits, groping, squeezing, twisting and pull on them like they're stress balls and he's a stock exchange floor-worker.

"The road! The road!" you hollar, struggling to lift and drop yourself, the vibrations through your legs combining with the dildo's own to make your pussy feel like it's turning to pulp.

"You're right!" he nods against your shoulder, and turns abruptly.

"What are you doing?" you shriek, falling down again as you nearly fall off and the bike nearly swerves into a tree from his one-handed driving.

"Hitting the highway like you told me!" he tells you, and flies onto an entrance ramp to the local highway.

You scream throughout the entire turn as the bike takes a forty-five degree angle through an entire circular ramp, your hands clutching for dear life rolls of belly flab.

"Keep going up and down, I've got an idea!"