She leaned over her Honda Hornet like a horny hornet, ready to sting.
Her long, luscious, slim and curvy body wrapped around that bike. A midriff as long as an airstrip, legs that climb out of hot biker’s boots, along smooth marble like legs, ending in the heavenly buttocks that any saddle has ever had the immense pleasure of accommodating in such an intimate and delicious way.
The fact that her belly is moulded to the petrol tank takes nothing away from her beauty. Nor the fact that her jeans are two sizes too large. And luckily just next to her rottweiler’s collar, which she is using for a belt, is a handy loop, from which she may be easily winched up and away from any potential danger.
She looks at that view in amazement, as we too look at her body in awe. But I wonder what she was doing there in the first place. A place called Safsafa next to Wardija. Cause I for one, in such a secluded place, would most definitely have given her wardija a nice long safsafa… if you get the drift of my wondrous gist.
How can you not dream of wild and erotic moments, with such a gorgeous creature on a vibrating bike? Leather and shining silver and power and tight fitting clothes and also unlikely beige jeans… Few visions are more arousing than a hot chick on a cool bike, or a cool chick on a hot bike – same difference really. I’d even do a jig jig before hitting off on my bike. All the permutations and configurations are equally sexy.
Oh and the hair – I nearly forgot the hair! Jet black, shining, raven, ebony, long straight hair. This can only denote that cutting-edge, funky style, which only she can pull off, and that’s not even the hair on her head!
One cool chick in one hot pic, readily positioned for action.
As she ponders the barren and parched landscape, she provides her spectators with fertile and succulent thoughts. For the view pales in comparison to her stunning beauty and allure.
Sex on wheels! The world only needs one shade of Grei.