“I’d like to rev her engine,” one man said as he stuffed his tickets into his wallet. The line to register wound around the parking lot. Cameras snapped, his included, as she draped herself over the motorcycles being raffled off for charity. Heavy metal music thrummed from gigantic speakers, banging and echoing from the sides of the nearby condos. He couldn’t draw his eyes from the gorgeous redhead, whose hair reminded him of the flames on the side of his bike. Long, dangerous legs, an ass that wouldn’t quit, lush curves clad in skimpy black leather, flaming red hair wafted on the breeze while the rumble of a thousand Harleys filled the air.
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