As she stares in the rear view mirror for a moment, she spots something on her. The woman looks down and spots you nestled between her breasts.
"Ugh gross. Theres some ugly bug on me." The woman says.
"No im not a bug im a human!" You say.
The woman doesnt hear you and instead quickly tries to flick you off herself her imposing finger descends fast and slams into you like a bus. The soft and cushiony surface of skin keeps you alive, and the slight sweat between her breasts keep you held between them. "Ugh." She mutters again as her whole hand descends. You're too winded to even try yelling this time. All five fingers enter her cleavage and slide back and forth across it, trying to remove anything that could be inside.
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