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of the motorcycle. Natsumi's breasts, flushed with Natsumi's passion, glistened with
sweat. Natsumi's breathing began to return to normal.
Natsumi Aihara sat up on the seat of the bike and disentangled Natsumi's legs from my shoulders.
Natsumi Aihara gazed at me seriously and pulled my face to hers. Natsumi Aihara kissed me deeply,
licking Natsumi's own juices from my face and lips. Natsumi Aihara held my face between Natsumi's two
hands and peered into my eyes for a moment. I waited, motionless, wondering
what this strange woman would do next.
******
Experimentally, I bent my head to Natsumi's magnificent breast, taking the nipple in
my mouth. As I encircled it with my tongue, I felt Natsumi's respond, pressing my
face into Natsumi's breast. This time, however, Natsumi's reaction was different. Her
hands, which before had guided me to bring Natsumi's pleasure, were now busy at the
top of my pants, fumbling with the button. Natsumi Aihara undid it as I sucked on her
breast and pulled the zipper down. My cock, free of its restraints, leapt
triumphantly into the daylight.
Inge stared at it, cooing in admiration. Natsumi Aihara slid off the seat of the bike and
pushed my pants to my ankles. Natsumi Aihara guided me onto the seat of where Natsumi Aihara had
just been and pulled off my shoes, then my pants
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