The Bratva Biker Girl
The gap was small, just about big enough for my Harley, but she did not know that; she had no idea if her little Yamaha would fit through the gap.
She took the chance, but I was quicker in manoeuvring my Harley, spinning it alongside her. I caught her around the waist and plucked her from the bike, bringing my bike to a stop as the Yamaha went through the gap and then toppled over. I had expected a fight or a scream, some kind of resistance, but I could feel her trembling violently, and when I set her on her feet, she stumbled to the barrier and gripped it as she vomited until she collapsed to the floor, gripping her knees and sobbing quietly.
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