You decided to make a grab for Paul's lycra-clad bulge. It wasn't moving as much as his legs and you could grab on with relative ease. As you started running forwards, you wondered for a second if this decision was being made with your brain or your dick, but it was too late now to change your mind. You made it to the bulge unencumbered, then took a leap into the soft, spongy lycra. You were confident that you'd meet the soft balls, rather than the hard dick, given it was looming above you. And you were right. You grabbed onto the lycra, which smelled salty from the sweat of your husband and was incredibly hot. It was incredible. You clung to it desperately, hoping not to be thrown off, as Paul continued cycling.
After a while he looked down again and noticed the bottle was gone, and he slowed down quickly before coming to a complete stop. "Shit," he said, as you felt him learn forward and presumably grab the bottle, seeing you were gone.
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