Boxed In

Vanessa hears her girlfriend calling for help and finds Destiny Cruz halfway inside a cardboard box, legs dangling in the air and summer dress riding up. Destiny’s bare cunt stares right at her, slick and exposed. “Got stuck again,” Destiny mutters. “Attic ladder. Bad luck.” Vanessa smirks. “Bad luck, good view.” She crouches, studying the parted thighs. “What do I get if I pull you out?” Destiny offers extra chores. Vanessa isn’t buying it. “Anything,” Destiny breathes. “Just get me free.” Vanessa slides two fingers between those folds, thumb rolling over the little pearl until Destiny moans. She licks her slowly, tasting salt and heat, then sinks in deeper, knuckles glistening. Destiny’s hips jerk, the box creaks, and a sharp cry fills the room. Only then does Vanessa untangle the dark hair caught on the cardboard edge. Destiny spills out, flushed and panting. She strips Vanessa’s clothes away, spreads her open on the floor, and buries her tongue between Vanessa’s lips. They tangle again, bodies slick, small breasts pressed tight, each chasing the next broken sound from the other.