Kira gasped, the sheer force throwing her backward.
To save herself from falling off, she lunged forward, wrapping both of her arms tightly around the rider's waist.
The impact was immediate and heavy. The full, massive, soft-fleshed weight of her large breasts smashed directly into the hard, muscular back of the rider. The tight tank top offered zero resistance as the heavy mounds of her cleavage flattened against him, the soft flesh squeezing and molding around the contour of his spine.
Beneath the helmet, Raven narrowed his eyes, a dark, calculating smirk pulling at his lips as he felt the incredible, generous softness of the martial artist's chest pressing deeply into him.
He didn't slow down. He twisted the throttle harder.
The front wheel slammed back down onto the pavement, and the bike shot forward like a bullet, tearing down the avenue toward the bridge.
