Driving with tits out in Milano
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The windshield wipers beat rhythmically against the windshield, almost in sync with Nicoletta’s heart pounding in her chest. The rain was pouring down, turning the streets of Milan into raging rivers. Marta gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, trying to stay calm as the water blurred her vision.<br>“Just one more kilometer,” she repeated to herself in a low voice, trying to reassure herself. But fate had other plans for her.<br>Nicoletta tried to restart the engine, but to no avail. The car was still, trapped in a rapidly growing puddle. A sense of panic began to creep inside her. She pulled her phone out of her bag, her fingers shaking as she searched for the roadside assistance number. But the screen remained stubbornly black.<br>Continuing to start the car and rev it like never before Nicoletta's bra gives way and she continues to jump on the seat while her breasts bounce all over the place.<br>Her white leather sneakers press on the pedals but nothing the car doesn't sta
