News Gallery Store Contact
Twitter

Madison Shelby

Does she make your heart race?

The Fastest Doll On Earth

Every race driver loves their cars. But between Madison Shelby and her 70 Charger, its more than love. It's burning passion. Once again, their very special bond makes the difference, when Madison opposes her all time rival in a hot race to the finish.

Sample

...Madison was no pit lizard. She was the queen of racing, and she also put to shame the sexiest babe ever seen.

Emerging from the smoke of engines in a blinding golden halo, her bleached blonde hair floating about her, she was about to reach her car. As usual, she had the pole position, and as she walked past her rival John Lap, she zipped up her suit without stopping. Her timing was perfect of course, and Lap had just enough time to see a bead of perspiration roll down her neck and stop in her deep cleavage. Not too mention her pink nipples clearly visible through the wet bra. He wondered how the little zipper could hold such enormous pressure.

She gave him a quick look from under. For a fraction of a second, he was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of her blue eyes, enhanced by a strong back eyeliner and shiny azure eyeshadow.

The Golden Girl knew that she didn’t need to distract him to win, but teasing was just too much fun. As she was covering the last few meters to her car, she swayed even more her hips. Without looking back, she shouted above the engine roars.

“Have a good look at my ass, because that’s the only thing you’re gonna see!”

Lap wanted to answer but before he could speak she was already throwing back her head and putting on her black matte helmet. He had one last look at the 24 printed on her butt. Her suit was so tightly adjusted that he could appreciate her sculptural buttocks just like if she was naked. He felt his cock waking up and thought “Bitch,” before walking to his own car.

As her name suggested, Madison was of course an unconditional fan of genuine American muscle cars. She was a real Cali girl and proud American, and she despised the vulgar Japanese cars. For this event, she would drive her own custom 70 Dodge Charger, boasting a 528-cubic-inch Hemi under the hood.

As miss Shelby was standing next to the vehicle, the slick black paint reflected her sultry body. Without hesitation, she grabbed the upper bar of the roll cage, just below the roof, and slipped inside through the driver’s window.

It was a very special car. For any profane, it looked like any racing vehicle, with its sturdy looking instruments and gauges and its fat tires. But this car had a very special modification. One that only a woman could appreciate. But to fully take advantage of it, she needed to be get more comfortable.

She took off her helmet and tossed it on the passenger’s seat. Her soft hair cascaded down on her shoulders. She quickly brushed her hair with her fingers, shaking her head. She pulled down the zipper (the whole zip up show was obviously just for Lap), and her boobs literally bursted out. With a sigh of relief, she rested her head back for a moment. Then she started to pull one arm out of the suit, then the next. Now she only needed to slide it down to take it off. Easier said than done in that cramped space. But everyone would have wondered what in hell she was doing if she had stripped outside of the car in plain view...

Click HERE to continue the story on Kindle



comments powered by Disqus

© vanilladoll.xxx and Flowermilk 2013