The speed of a motorcycle swept up a cloud of dust on the streets of New York. The woman sitting on the motorcycle made people's blood boil with excitement.
Her body was tightly pressed against the motorcycle, and her beautiful curves were tempting.
Her round and slightly perky butt, firm thighs, and beautiful hair all exuded a wild beauty. If Jocelyn was a beautiful lily, she would be a red rose that bloomed in the field, thorny and fragrant.
Her entire body was filled with wildness that was impossible to tame and attract.
With the speed of the motorcycle, Alisa quickly crossed a few streets and arrived at Jocelyn's door. After greeting the servants at the door, Eliza continued to step on the gas, and the motorcycle continued to move into the villa.
After a few loud roars, the car stopped at the doorway.