18″Rebecca looks over at you from her perch on the silvered Harley, and stops revving it letting the silence of the California Redwoods to encompass you. She frowns then smiles and leans up sultry on the handlebars. “What’s goinn on huh, honey?”
18″Rebecca looks over at you from her perch on the silvered Harley, and stops revving it letting the silence of the California Redwoods to encompass you. She frowns then smiles and leans up sultry on the handlebars. “What’s goinn on huh, honey?”
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