Wana go for a ride?

You lock eyes with this Asian beauty and feel the question hit somewhere below your belt.

You take in every curve — the soft arch of the back, the way the body moves like it already knows what you want. You feel your pulse quicken, your hands aching to reach out and pull closer what your eyes are already devouring.

You already know the answer. You want to climb on, hold tight, and let the ride take you somewhere you won't come back from the same.