Sexy Logistics Part 1

Warehouse nights drag. Boxes, pallets, backaches—Alison and Antonya grew tired of counting time. They stripped, skin bright under fluorescent strips, and climbed onto a pallet of shrink-wrapped cartons. Tongues dragged wet paths up each other’s thighs; fingers curled inside with a practiced twist, searching out the spots that sent thighs shaking. The first slow, dirty lick turned into a greedy rhythm, lips sucking, cheeks hollowing, until the warehouse filled with their urgent sounds. They chased pleasure without pause, fingers pumping, hips bucking against open mouths. Neither heard the soft creak when Patricia slipped behind the tall shelving to watch. Her eyes locked on the shine between their spread legs, on Alison’s tongue buried deep, on Antonya’s spine arched tight as she came, breath torn, body trembling—and Patricia stayed hidden, heartbeat loud, while the girls kept fucking like the night would never end.