Alisa_Perne
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- Joined
- Jan 6, 2012
- Location
- On the beach
Alisa revved the engine, her knuckles white on the steering wheel of her jet black Lamborghini Aventador, one man on the left and one on the right, each driving exotic, very fast cars.
She revved the engine, flames shot out of the exhaust as the car roared at her opponents. An exotic woman stood between the cars and held up a flag, she revved the engine to four thousand rpms, the car hummed a low note, and she gripped the gear shift hard, and angled her left foot over the clutch, ready to take off as soon as the flag was dropped.
The ten seconds it took the flag girl to do a ready check on the three drivers, felt like days to her, she licked her fangs as the flag girl raised her arms and dropped the flag, the instant it was released from her fingers, Alisa nailed the gas and blew by the flag girl.
She shifted gears, her opponents on her tail, quickly hitting fourth gear, she waited for a second, for the man in the Ferarri to catch her, so she could personally make him eat her dust. He got right on her bumper and she pressed the nitrous button, blasting away from him. There was a sharp turn ahead, she down shifted and drifted through the turn, but up ahead, the street lights were out, this didnt feel right.
She revved the engine, flames shot out of the exhaust as the car roared at her opponents. An exotic woman stood between the cars and held up a flag, she revved the engine to four thousand rpms, the car hummed a low note, and she gripped the gear shift hard, and angled her left foot over the clutch, ready to take off as soon as the flag was dropped.
The ten seconds it took the flag girl to do a ready check on the three drivers, felt like days to her, she licked her fangs as the flag girl raised her arms and dropped the flag, the instant it was released from her fingers, Alisa nailed the gas and blew by the flag girl.
She shifted gears, her opponents on her tail, quickly hitting fourth gear, she waited for a second, for the man in the Ferarri to catch her, so she could personally make him eat her dust. He got right on her bumper and she pressed the nitrous button, blasting away from him. There was a sharp turn ahead, she down shifted and drifted through the turn, but up ahead, the street lights were out, this didnt feel right.