Lyra doesn't have time to wait for her bike to be fixed so she instead takes an alternate way to get around. Though I think she should have listened as to get this bike to work she has to slide the key into a certain special area. (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Feb 19th)

            Lyra snorted before holding the strange key up to her face.  “I don’t get it.  How will sliding this into my pussy give me a bike.”  She stared at the abandoned garage across the street.  “This doesn’t make any sense.”  Lyra slowly made her way to the building.  “But I guess it doesn’t hurt to try.  If it doesn’t work, I guess I will have to call up my sister or something.”  She rolled her eyes.  “But I don’t want her lording over me that I owe her a favor.”  She shivered as she walked into the garage.

            “Okay, well, here it goes.”  She pulled her pants and panties out just far enough so she could slip her right hand between them and her sensitive skin.  “This thing is oddly warm.”  She took long, deep breaths.  “Here I go.”  Lyra panted as she slid the key into her pussy.  “It. . . feels weird.  Fuck.”  She moaned.  “I don’t know how to explain it.  It’s like sliding a hard, warm. . . pulsing dick into my. . . ohh.”  She shook her head.  “And trying to make it fit.  Ohhhh fuck!”

            Suddenly the key slid out of her hand, falling down into her throbbing pussy.  “Ohh, god.”  Her fingers thrashed about, trying to grab it.  “It’s. . . stuck.  It’s fucking stuckkkkkk.”  She panted.  “What am I. . . going. . . to. . . fuckkkk.”  Lyra fell down onto her hands and knees.  “Oh god.  Soo hot.”  She pulled at her jacket.  “Why am I suddenly so hot?”  She pulled at the collar of her jacket.  “I could just. . .”  Vroommmmmm.