Blackened leather

Thundering roar turns into scream as it simply can give no more push it on a little more as every bit of thrill obtained in release it drops off as the scream quickly fades and the pounding of the blood to contemplate thought gives way leather blacken by hard use through many years once again quickly moves to the task presses quickly with eagerness reset now once again grows in new the thundering roar quickly grows into the scream as the blood pounds once again wind does tear at tender flesh streaming eyes and whipping curls roaring off into the night the biker goes on their ride