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Speed kills. It paralyzes you with a lethal dilemma: faster is what you want, slower is what you need. Do you survive in a world of numbing slowness or do you become immortal in a whirl of blinding speed?
"Faster!" Hard-Rock screamed as we pushed his wheelchair downhill toward the cliff, downhill toward the ramp that would hurl him upward into the night sky and send him arcing over the lighted ribbon of highway to the top of the grassy hill beyond.
Speed seduces. It teases you, caresses you, takes you. It moves within you like male flesh within a virgin and explodes into an ecstasy so intense it makes you scream, so satisfying it leaves you quivering, so primal it turns you savage.
"Faster," breathed Jenna as her nails dug my back and pulled me down onto the spikes of her nipples, down into the liquid heat between her thighs.
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