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It was obvious what she needed to do. Any time Desirée was feeling down for any reason, but couldn't simply soothe her mood by spending time with her wonderful husband, the best step to take was, of course, to hop onto her bike and head to the nearest available department store. She knew exactly the place.
What she didn't know, on the other hand, was that there would be a guest unwillingly accompanying her on this particular trip.
Leaving the apartment and heading straight for the parking garage, Desirée thought over what she had heard from the Prosecutor's Office about just how long Ron would have to spend providing them aid. It could still be another whole day at least before her husband was finally able to return home. That was positively criminal, in her opinion, but she couldn't exactly fight it.
She hopped onto her bike as planned, the familiar feeling putting a smile on her face already, and started the engine.
Having spent the last minute or so in cramped, dizzying discomfort, Phoenix was rather alarmed to catch the rumbling noise of a motorcycle engine starting up. That wasn't too huge a surprise, considering just who he was currently trapped with, but given how immensely uncomfortable this experience had already been, he rather dreaded the idea of spending any length of time riding along with Mrs. DeLite on her bike. Just her walking alone was causing her breasts to bob gently in place, forcing the puny attorney trapped in her bra to endure the repeated shuddering motions with little to protect him.
At least her breast was soft, particularly in comparison to the bra crushing him downward.
She had ridden along this route more times than she cared to count. Desirée was intimately familiar with every possible shortcut, however minor, and could expertly weave her way through them practically unnoticed, despite the noise her bike made as she sped along.
It was exhilarating, like always, but something was missing without Ron.
Regardless, she arrived at the department store in roughly her average time, finding her favourite parking spot unoccupied. In just moments, she was already headed straight for the front doors.
The ride had been approximately as miserable as Phoenix had feared.
Every minute spent in the cramped confines of Desirée's bra as she tore through the city on her bike had been translated to her unnoticed passenger as a violently shaking, deeply stomach-upsetting thrill ride. Phoenix was caked in sweat, and feeling like he was ready to pass out as the rumbling noise of the motorbike's engine finally vanished from his ringing ears.
He was in serious trouble if he needed to throw up. There was absolutely no room in here...
Something like twenty minutes now, and he hadn't been able to budge so much as an inch inside of Desirée's bra. By now, his weary mind was occupied by a looming feeling of dread as he wondered just how miserably long a stay he might have been in for.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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