My first love was a classic 442 convertible, the only thing that could get more attention than me topless.
With just the right touch I could blow past anyone who dared to take me on. Maybe it was the excitement of controlling something that powerful vibrating beneath me I craved. Or maybe I liked having an excuse to hang around auto shop making the boys stammer when I asked about lube jobs.
Whatever the reason I’ve never since been without a muscle car. Or something beneath me to make me purr.
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Akeruku Lisa skin
Exile Carolyn hair
MoonDance Black Valentine nails
Boom Everyday tank
League Sunday sweatshorts
Sn@tch Funky socks
Miel Dandy boots
Man prop Sam Troell (not for sale)