We see Amber here on her scooter saying "Damn, dude, my breasts are about to explode into flames from this Florida heat! Let's go on a fast ride to cool them off...and I mean now!" Later (in the lower picture) Amber adjusts her sleepware before retiring for the night. Why am I even bothering with this text? None of you are reading this, you're all looking at the pictures of Amber. I could be saying anything here and it wouldn't matter one little bit. Boy, talk about feeling useless. It just seems sick and wrong that the important words of a seasoned motorcycle journalist like myself don't hold a candle to the swell of a young woman's heaving chest. Amber will be happy to model for you if you'd like to take some photos of her. Contact her manager at: thinkpinkagency@yahoo.com More>