Bike

Renee felt the safest bet was to wait out the passing period by the wall, keeping her intimates tucked under what her hands could suppress, her trimmed crotch was easy to keep secret even if the small hairs growing back tickled the palm, her breasts and bum on the other hand...

Had to wait to be covered, because as soon as Renee heard a door click open and a bunch of stoners talking about skipping class, she had **** but to run baring all on display to the bike rack, conveniently the opposite way of where those boys were heading. She ran to her bike and quickly unlocked it, placing her bare feet on the pedals willing herself forward.

When she sat down on the bike seat, her pussy sent shockwaves through her **** state of dress, as if begging "Where are your damn undies?! People are going to see your shame!" Her crotch shrieked to her brain as she winced trying to set her fanny on the seat again, to no avail.

So she wound up having to ride with her buttocks pointing up in the air, and her sensational chesticles slapping each other wildly. Although, as embarrassing as it was for her, it felt better than keeping her incline on the seat, which it refuses to do without some kind of sensation flowing through Renee that she felt was very untoward. The wind flowed against her body as she began her unpleasant **** bike ride home.