What an incredible find. Nothing like working on a chop to keep you dreaming of summer. Sweet, soft warm night air flowing past, her arms wrapped around your waist and those firm titiies against yer back, the motor purring with the growl of a contented lion and the...where was I ?
Nice fuckin' bike, you lucky bastard!
Last edited by Shacknasty; 01-24-2011 at 4:03 AM.