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ified; with a long wail
which increased both in pitch and intensity, Midori Yamasaki reached Midori's climax.
Midori's body stiffened, supported between the handlebars of the bike and my neck.
After a long moment, Midori Yamasaki sagged, Midori's buttocks once again supported by the seat
of the motorcycle. Midori's breasts, flushed with Midori's passion, glistened with
sweat. Midori's breathing began to return to normal.
Midori Yamasaki sat up on the seat of the bike and disentangled Midori's legs from my shoulders.
Midori Yamasaki gazed at me seriously and pulled my face to hers. Midori Yamasaki kissed me deeply,
licking Midori's own juices from my face and lips. Midori Yamasaki held my face between Midori'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 Midori's magnificent breast, taking the nipple in
my mouth. As I encircled it with my tongue, I felt Midori's respond, pressing my
face into Midori's breast. This time, however, Midori's reaction was different. Her
hands, which before had guided me to bring Midori's pleasure, were now busy at the
top of my pants, fumbling with the button. Midori Yamasaki undid it as I sucked on her
breast and pulled the zipper down. My cock, free of its restraints,
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