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and I could hear the slight
rasp of Sakura's breathing. With the road requiring less of my attention, I could
feel that Sakura Shiratori was pressing Sakura's crotch tightly against me, squirming slightly on
the seat.
I stopped. Sakura Shiratori tensed slightly against me, then slid Sakura's hand inside my shirt,
resting it on the skin of my belly. Sakura Shiratori made small noises barely audible above
the soft purr of the bike's idle.
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Sakura Shiratori continued to caress the skin of my stomach and chest inside my shirt. I
felt moisture at the tip of my cock. As I was deciding what I might do next,
Inge abruptly swung off the bike, pulling me with her. Suddenly Sakura's arms were
around my neck and Sakura Shiratori was kissing me hungrily, Sakura's tongue darting and
searching my mouth. My arms encircled Sakura's waist as I pulled Sakura's strong body to
me. Sakura's breasts felt as though they would bruise my chest, and Sakura's hard pubis
was grinding against my swollen cock.
Sakura Shiratori pulled away from me, Sakura's nostrils flaring, and grasped my two hands firmly,
placing them on Sakura's breasts. As I caressed Sakura's through the thin material of
the shirt I could feel Sakura's nipples respond. Bolder now, I pulled Sakura's shirt out
of Sakura's jeans and put my hands inside. Reaching around to Sakura's back, I unhooked
the clasp of Sakura's bra, then pulled Sakura's shirt over Sakura's head.
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