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In the heat of the afternoon, a cyclist spots a runner relieving herself against a tree. Intrigued, she approaches, her eyes drawn to the runner's toned body and the glistening trail of piss on her thigh. The runner, embarrassed but turned on, wipes herself off and turns to face the cyclist. They share a heated gaze, the cyclist's eyes lingering on the runner's full lips and perky breasts. The cyclist, a milf with a wild streak, boldly reaches out to stroke the runner's cheek. The runner, her heart racing, leans into the touch, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. The cyclist leans in, whispering, "Let's find a more comfortable spot to continue this."