A hirsute 43 year old woman rides a motorcycle into the dusk

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The sun was setting over the rolling hills as Sarah pulled up to the group on her bike. Her medium brown hair blew in the wind, framing her round face and high cheekbones perfectly. She was tall and athletic, with a friendly demeanor that put everyone at ease.

Sarah's outfit for the ride was a stunning red sundress, which complemented her fair skin beautifully. A green bra added a pop of color to her look, while her silk orange lingerie peeked out from under her dress in all the right places.

But what really made Sarah stand out was her incredible hairiness. It was as if she had been cursed by the wolfman himself - every inch of her body was covered in thick, dark fur. Her arms and legs were particularly hairy, with long strands sticking out from under her bra and panties.

As she dismounted her bike, Sarah's hairy butt cheeks bounced enticingly beneath her dress. She knew she had a bit of an unusual look going on, but she didn't let it faze her. In fact, she rather enjoyed being different.

The group of bikers gathered around her, admiring her impressive hairiness. "You're like the wolfwoman!" one of them exclaimed, laughing.

Sarah smiled and patted her hairy arms affectionately. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," she said with a chuckle.

As they set off on their ride through the rolling hills, Sarah's hairy legs pumping furiously as she rode her bike, she couldn't help but feel like the queen of the road. Her perky D-cup breasts bounced under her bra with every bump and turn, and her skin glowed in the fading light.

It was a truly unforgettable ride, and one that would stay etched in Sarah's memory for a long time to come - along with the admiring glances from the group of bikers behind her, of course.