The kid pulled her shirt forward and dropped Laura straight in. And they said romance was dead.
Falling into the cleavage would’ve been sorta comfortable, nestled among boobs. Shame the kid didn’t have any. Instead, she was almost garrotted by the underwire of what had barely graduated from training bra college, with one arm hanging inside, the other outside and her neck painfully wedged against it. She’d seen bigger boobs on her uncle Jack, before he was eaten by that Asian lady from across the street.
Worse still, she could feel her feet dangling awkwardly outside of the shirt
This kid was fooling no one.
With no guesses as to what was in store for her, Laura enjoyed a bumpy ride trapped in the kid’s near empty bra.
At least to a passer by paying exactly no attention, it would’ve sorta looked like she had boobs while she flounced home, what with a whole ass woman wedged in there.
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