~ISSA

Yulia’s breast was distracting as I rode through the barren road.

I loved the way they vibrated against my back. I loved the way her arms wrapped around my body. I loved the way her breath felt on my neck.

I should use the motorcycle more.

It was pitch-black out here in the city outskirts, and we rode through it like fireflies floating through the dark. Here, the law simply did not exist, I could vividly smell the stench of death on these barren corpse-filled land as we rode on.

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