Leo Voss kicked the door of his luxury trailer shut, still buzzing from the podium. Champagne soaked his race suit, the crowd’s roar still ringing in his ears. The thirty-year-old champion was wired, lean, ripped body humming with adrenaline, green eyes blazing.
Mia waited inside exactly as ordered, skirt hugging her ass, blouse straining over her full t**s.
“Get the f**k over here,” Leo growled, dropping his helmet. “Time for the real victory lap.”
Mia smirked, stepping close. “Fastest on the track… but can you f**k as hard as you drive, champ?”
Leo grabbed her throat lightly, pulling her into a savage kiss. His tongue f****d her mouth while his other hand shoved up her skirt. “Already soaked through your panties. Dirty track slut. You creamed watching me win, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she
