Passion Ride

Nesty’s got two loves: the wind in her hair when she leans into a curve, and Vince Carter down on his knees later, licking between her freshly pedicured toes like he can’t get enough. One minute she’s straddling a growling V-twin; the next she’s dangling her bare feet in his face, flexing the nails still glossed from the salon. He sucks each painted toe like it’s candy, and she giggles like she just pulled the best joke ever. Freedom on the road and a soft tongue under her arches—what’s a girl not to adore?