Jacker - Grand Tour - T Shirt Beige

PART 12 - CHAPTER 6

The sound of the V8 is a treat for the ears, on the small mountain roads, we are like two lovebirds in a cozy nest. But I quickly get exhilarated by the speed and what was a little romantic stroll quickly becomes a rally stage. The turns follow one another, Angela caresses the back of my neck, life is beautiful. But in the retro, a German sedan seems to want to fight, the 200 hp of the Ferrari, no longer very young, are having difficulty facing the 510 nags of this C63 which is getting closer and closer. You have to be precise, take the right trajectories, going through curves will be my only salvation. The Ferrari is a real racing car, it is clinging to the pavement, but the sleepless night is felt, and the sedan behind gets closer until it hits my rear bumper. What is this mess ! I have the impression that this asshole is not a courtesy stroll. These guys are mad at me. Angela, still drunk from the day before, doesn't seem to be very upset by the situation, she slips a hand into my pants, gets excited, kisses me, I let myself be carried away by desire, misses it corner, crosses the security barrier and plunges into the void, his soft lips still glued to mine.

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