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lowness.
With each stroke Yumi Kazama increased Yumi's speed, until at last Yumi Kazama was thrusting up
and down on my cock like a fine German machine. Yumi's gasping sobs mingled with
mine now, as we approached orgasm.
We climaxed noisily, me pumping burning spurts of come into Yumi's swollen pussy,
Inge demanding more and more. Yumi Kazama reached down between us, pulling my cock
from her, and I watched the last few drops of my semen issue forth, landing in
the golden curls of Yumi's mound. Yumi Kazama rubbed them into Yumi'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 Yumi's cheeks and down across Yumi'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.
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