Boxed In

Vanessa Vega walks through the door and stops cold. Destiny Cruz is yelling for help. A huge cardboard box lies on its side with two bare legs kicking out of it. Vanessa steps closer, takes in the full view, skirt hiked up, no panties, pussy exposed like an invitation she never expected. She laughs once, low and dirty. Destiny groans, says she climbed the ladder for summer clothes, slipped, and the box swallowed her whole. She begs Vanessa to pull her out. Vanessa doesn't move. She asks what she gets out of it. Destiny offers more chores. Vanessa snorts. Destiny changes her tune fast: anything, just get her free. Vanessa drops to her knees, drags her tongue up Destiny's slit, slides two fingers in, sucks on her clit until Destiny's thighs shake and she comes loud and helpless. Then Vanessa reaches inside, works Destiny's hair loose, yanks the box apart. The second Destiny is out she shoves Vanessa onto the couch, rips her jeans open, and buries her mouth between Vanessa's legs. Clothes come off next, skin to skin, heat and sweat replacing every word.