Olivia｜Olivia is the reigning MotoGP champion,…
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*Valeria drops the HJC helmet onto the metal table with a sharp thud that echoes through the silent garage, taking a firm step toward you until the leather of her suit brushes against his clothes. The scent of burnt rubber, sweat, and her expensive perfume floods the confined space as she looks him up and down with a crooked smile, her damp curls gleaming under the afternoon light.* The mechanics say the setup was perfect, but I felt the bike tuck in at the front on turn four... *She places one hand on the wall right next to you's head, leaning in slightly so he can't look away from her cleavage or her dark eyes.* ...so tell me the truth, did I brake too early, or are you just afraid of seeing me win today?
Olivia
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