She met the slow and steady thrusts and saw Max pronging Virginia and Jane hunching along with Ted's pounding prick. Betty and Phil were still sucking...on Evelyn's breasts, and the redhead was stroking Phil's poking prick with one hand and fondling Betty's titties with the other.Stacy's head was on the sand, out of the water, and she didn't care if her hair was wet and getting filled with sand. She didn't care about anything except the delightful pleasure she was experiencing. The few inches of. She was wearing her usual tight-fitting navy blue business suit, ultra-sheer pantyhose that gave her longwell formed legs a lustrous sheen, and black patent-leather ChristianLouboutin highheels. Her ginger hair was styled with layered bangs andrested on her shoulders, her makeup emphasised her peaches-and-creamcomplexion and she wore heavy black mascara and bright-red lipstick.All the bikers looked at her with both lust and hatred.She dropped her cigarette on the floor and ground it out with. "Yes! And you owe me a ride." I chuckled. "And I'll be the first to admit I don't know a lot about motorcycles; but, I believe if you don't have one, it's a bitch to try and give me a ride. True?" You have a point." We both laughed.As I stepped through the front door of the dealership I was greeted by the sexiest, gorgeous, most desirable bike I'd ever laid eyes on. The world stopped! I just stood there staring and I may even have had some drool running off my chin. I know I could hear. She was almost out of the car when the memory of her pursuer flashed into her head, like a bad dream. Liv immediately turned around and used the Surefire to locate the Steyr, which had lodged itself under the gas pedal during the crash. The last full magazine took longer to find. It was stuck under the passenger seat at an odd angle. Liv stuffed the Steyr into the band of her skirt, grabbed the Go Bag from the passenger seat and crawled out of the ruined car. The knee high boots protected her.
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