Dave felt the bone throb a couple beats a minute since he had grabbed it. He hadn't paid much attention to it, but each time it did, his thinking revolved just a little bit more about getting laid. He had it in his hand for about 10 minutes now, and he was getting damn horny. Having this Asian MILF in jogging gear this close to him was starting to set him off. Thoughts were starting to form in his head. Nasty ones that he had never really considered before.
A thought crystallized in his head, the bone grew warm and suddenly, a look of fire replaced the woman's confusion. She squirmed and arched upward, working down her rather tight yoga pants. She pulled her underwear to the side, and began rubbing herself with vigor. She cooed and started rolling her head around. She finally pulled her panties down and one hand ascended to stroke at her breasts through her tight hot pink tank top. The other hand inserted two fingers in to her snatch, while she rubbed her wrist against her clit
She hadn't shaved down there in a while, but focusing on it for a few seconds caused the bone to heat up and her tangled bush turned to whisps of smoke leaving behind a nicely maintained jet-black landing strip. "Shit," Dave said, as he started to realize the power of the bone.
She snapped to attention; apparently she had forgotten that Dave was even there. She squeaked, and tried to pull up her panties. A quick and conscious wish from Dave meant that she calmed down. "Er, hi," she said, her left hand still gently rubbing her clit, "I don't normally get off on fingering myself in strange men's cars."
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