LINDRA – ALLURING ANARCHY – by ANGELA LININ (120) TLE

Lindra loves a bad boy… ‘No, I said I love bad boys,’ she corrects us. ‘Like the two bikers I met in a bar. We flirted as I watched them shoot pool. Then one guy said they were playing to see who’d get to fuck me first. I didn’t miss a beat – I grabbed the eight-ball, dropped it in a pocket and told them to quit wasting their time on a stupid game. Five minutes later, I was on my hands and knees in a backroom, with a cock in each end.’ Sounds kinda… raw. ‘Yeah, but they were gentlemen at heart,’ she grins. ‘They made sure I came, then gave me a ride home later. Much later…’