Desire Burn

Dragon

I suddenly wanted to get back on my Harley Davidson and run after her, what a shit girl, make her swallow her own dirty words preferably moaning my name.

But, those pants should be banned from sale, when she turned and walked past me, those full hips, full round ass, thick thighs squeezed by jeans the girl managed to fuck my head with that fuck, the urge to keep eating her until dawn had to be postponed by club commitments, the delivery of weapons to the Italians in port.

The wolverines need to fuck even with that, delivering to the port sucks, we need to get into their territory which always puts me on the back foot, so I make a point of participating, accompanied by Tip and Cade we guide the bikes towards the area of the large sheds next to the unloading of containers, the delivery truck right behind being driven by Darkness and Luck.

In front of shed seven, we stopped, the armored cars stopped at the entrance the soldiers scattered around the place, I got off the motorcyc