Daughter's nasty itch

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Carolyn shuddered as she felt the power of the motorcycle between her legs. The shivering vibrations worked their way up her legs, jiggled her firm thighs, made her ass hum with the stark, raw, barely harnessed energy of the machine, then shot up her spine. She sighed as she felt the magic of the machine causing her cunt to drool obscenely. The woman couldn’t explain this odd effect riding a motorcycle.

It just happened.

And she loved every second of it. The bouncing along old country roads, feeling her unfettered tits bouncing and swaying in response to the roughness, rejoicing in the wind whipping her hair back from her head in a long, sandy river.

Most of all, she loved having her arms around Eddie. Her fingers worked against his denim jacket and pulled it apart. She heard him laugh and encourage her to continue down his trim, muscular body. The woman hardly heeded any such prodding She would have sought out the man’s prick without him telling her to do so. Her nimble fingers stroked against, the heavy mound at his crotch. She pressed in and felt the vibrations of the racing motorcycle even in his prick.

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