Vixen Manor
Your eye catches across the way a 1962 Ferrari Spyder a true classic of sports cars. You hurry over to the small convertable sports car as Claire follows you close behind.
You pop the hood and examine the V-12 that purs this kitten down the road at 0-60 in less than 3.7 seconds.
"Claire my dear," you ask, "how possible would it be to take this lovely fine peice of machinery for a drive?" you ask Clair who leans over the car with her ample breast pressed against the Ferrari emblem.
"It would be as easy as taking this peice of machinery for a ride." clairs says licking the tip of her finger and sliding it down from her lips, down her neck, and across her breast.
She reaches into her breast and pulls out a silver car key with a red Ferrari Emblem and tosses it over to you as she climbs in the passenger side door.
You start up the car and the muscular v-12 humms. You notice Claire's hand slide from the stick shift down to between your legs.
"How about let's put the machine in gear and take off." she says clutching onto you.
You pop the hood and examine the V-12 that purs this kitten down the road at 0-60 in less than 3.7 seconds.
"Claire my dear," you ask, "how possible would it be to take this lovely fine peice of machinery for a drive?" you ask Clair who leans over the car with her ample breast pressed against the Ferrari emblem.
"It would be as easy as taking this peice of machinery for a ride." clairs says licking the tip of her finger and sliding it down from her lips, down her neck, and across her breast.
She reaches into her breast and pulls out a silver car key with a red Ferrari Emblem and tosses it over to you as she climbs in the passenger side door.
You start up the car and the muscular v-12 humms. You notice Claire's hand slide from the stick shift down to between your legs.
"How about let's put the machine in gear and take off." she says clutching onto you.