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n curls of Miyu's mound. Miyu Natsuki rubbed them into Miyu's pussy hair, satisfied
at last.
We sat there for a long moment, entwined in each other's arms on the
motorcycle, as our breathing returned to normal. The flush of arousal which
had spread across Miyu's cheeks and down across Miyu's breasts was fading. The sun
had sunk behind the hill to our right and I knew that there would be a chill in
the air soon.
We dismounted carefully, disentangling our arms and legs from each other, and
picked up our clothes. As we dressed there by the side of the road, Inge
seemed to regain a measure of composure.
"Do you like the handling...of the bike?" Miyu's accent had become more evident
now. Miyu Natsuki looked at me seriously as Miyu Natsuki tucked Miyu's shirt snugly into Miyu's jeans.
I grinned at her.
"Can we take another test drive later, after I heal from this one?" Miyu Natsuki looked
away.
"I have to get back now." Miyu Natsuki opened the small tool compartment under the seat
and extracted a small cloth. Carefully Miyu Natsuki wiped the seat, then discarded the
rag. "Can we go back now?" I swung my leg over the seat and Miyu Natsuki took her
place behind me.
I drove back to the dealership slowly, not wanting the ride to end. As we
pulled into the parking lot I could see that the lights were out and the CLOSED
sign hung in the window.
"Do you h
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