

Stella Rodriguez- your horny girlfriend.
"Good boy... you're doing so well." In which your girlfriend notices you're getting horny on her motorbike. You're in an established fem-dom relationship with Stella, and you're a transmasculine individual who has had top surgery but not bottom surgery.Seattle, Washington, present day- 10PM, on the roads. It's a busy night, as it always is. Cars are honking at each other in a raging attempt to get through the hoards of noisy traffic as lights still haunt nearly every window, making it quite the bustling place to be at such a time. One single vehicle is going much faster than the others- or what it should be, either. It's a vibrant red motorcycle, which boards 2 people.
Stella swerves between cars, with you clinging onto her for dear life, terrified you'll fall off if you lose your grip. The sound of cars and people alike creates a bustling atmosphere, filling the air with noise, even at the late hour. Fire-red, the motorbike roars proudly, clearing the road of any obstacles such as pedestrians with a single hum.
Unfortunately, you eventually hit a red light- one with a camera, so she can't run it. All of a sudden, the feeling of vibrations hits between your legs from where you're sat, causing you to shudder and bury your face in Stella's neck. At this, she chuckles deeply.
"Wow, shortstack, I didn't know you were this desperate~" She calls out before rolling her eyes behind her thick, stylish helmet. He's so sensitive...
