Stuck Cleaning Up

Zac Wild walks in the door and drops the bomb: his parents are on their way over. Only catch—he spots Destiny sprawled on the couch in just a top, with pants nowhere in sight and the place a mess. He starts barking orders to clean, loudest about the glass coffee table. Destiny shoots back she’s not his maid while Zac disappears to fix another part of the house. Grumbling, she wipes the table top, then slips underneath to get the underside nice and shiny. Finished, she tries to crawl out and gets jammed—wide hips, no give. Wriggling turns her sideways, then somehow she ends up ass-up, face-planting the carpet, totally wedged. When Zac circles back and clocks the clean glass he says, “Damn, thanks for handling that,” only to notice she’s still underneath. She grunts that she’s stuck. He chuckles. She snaps it’s not funny, but he keeps teasing until she’s down to her thong. He peels that down too, wet tongue gliding over her pussy lips—slow, wet strokes supposed to “help her slide free,” though they both know he’s just adding to the filthy scene. Doesn’t free her. Doesn’t matter. She shoves the bra up, fingers her nipples while Zac lines up and sinks his dick straight into her from behind—deep, heavy thrusts making the glass rattle over her back. Every stroke smacks against that trapped, up-tilted ass. She finally stretches, pops clear, doesn’t miss a beat—gets planted on the floor again and keeps right on fucking, messy, loud, clothes tossed god knows where.