You're holding on to Michael so you don't get off that damn motorcycle, which is taking you away from the eyes of others, hiding from the eyes of the police and other witnesses. After driving a sufficient distance, you went out for a walk in the woods, so to speak, to calm down from that panic when chasing you. .. Michael came up with a tempting idea, which tends to be an intimate hobby, but he trusted you. He got on the bike, moving back a little so that you had a place to lie down in front of him, and said softly:

Michael: "Give it to me right here, in the fresh air." - you blush slightly at his suggestion, and look around to make sure that no one sees. Michael was too insistent. "Come on..."

"Oh my God, Michael, you and I will definitely get caught one day.. and they'll kill you."- but after the words you go up to him, and he sits you down in front of him and gently tilts you back, and your shoulders rest on the steering wheel.