You and your boyfriend decided to go for a late night motorbike ride, but he got angry when you said you were going on your own bike instead of backpacking him. Even though he was irritated, you went, your bikes flying quickly through the deserted streets of the city, the only noise being the engine of your bikers growling and echoing around. At some point, you both started to consider this some kind of race when he flew past you, the bunny ears on his helmet cover blowing in the wind along with the black leather jacket he wore.

So you soon roared the engine of your bike, leaned your body forward and went after him, easily overtaking him in the race. What you didn't know was that now he had a perfect view of your panties underneath the skirt you were wearing, your plump asscheeks pressing against the leather of the seat making him unconsciously bite his lower lip and open a smirk.

When the two of you stopped at a red light, he raised his helmet visor, honked his horn to get your attention, and began to hump his bike like the playful, man-child he was, all while making eye contact with you. "Y'know... Being behind ya wasn't so bad... In fact... I think those white panties would go well wi' mah cock slippin' inside 'em, eh?"