You're too revved up to say no.

"It's one thing for you to have orgasms in public, but you're not going to jerk me off out here in the street," you laugh. "I better drop you with your friends."

"Who said anything about the street?" Cindy purrs, her fingers still caressing your bulge. "I know a private little place two minutes from here. And we can do more than just jerk you off. Come on Dean, I owe you! And besides, it would be worth it!"

The thought of having this enticing, orgasmic brunette sucking your cock or impaled on your shaft is very appealing. Her body is pressed against your back and she's still rocking gently on the seat, fondling your cock, as she urges you to accept her offer to play.

"What kind of place are you talking about?" you growl, your will weakening as this delicious young temptress works on you.

"Just an alley, it's nothing special, but we wouldn't be seen, I've...I've used it before," she giggles softly, her eyes wanton and inviting. "I could take care of you...like a biker bitch...with my mouth...or my pussy...whatever you want..." Your cock twitches eagerly, and you forget anything but the desire to satisfy your urgent need.

"Which way?" you ask, starting the bike as she giggles in happy anticipation.

She points the way and you turn down a few streets, finally coasting to a stop in a deserted alley. You glance around, seeing no windows facing the alley. Cindy giggles happily as you pull the bike back onto its kickstand, sliding off the seat like a seal sliding off a rock.

"How do you want me Dean Hawkfeather?" she purrs, looking at you with excited eyes and parted lips. "You can have anything you want."