Stuck Cleaning Up

Zac walks in and tells Destiny his folks are on the way. She’s lounging on the couch, bare-assed, with the place still a mess. He flips out, tells her to wipe the coffee table clean so his parents won’t think they live in a dump. While he heads off to fix something else, she’s on her knees, cursing under her breath about the bossy vibe. The table’s glass, so she ducks under it to scrub the underside. When she tries to crawl back out, she’s jammed tight. She twists, flips, gets her ass up in the air, but the frame still has her trapped. Zac comes back, sees the table shining, then spots her stuck. He laughs, she snaps. He tugs her top and shorts off—skinny little thing still wedged—so maybe less fabric will help. Doesn’t. He drops down and drags his tongue over her pussy instead, telling her it might lube the way. She moans, reaches under her bra, squeezes her small natural tits. He stands, pushes his cock straight into her and starts pounding. Destiny’s half-laughing, half-moaning while he fucks her under the glass. Finally she wriggles free, and they just keep going right there on the floor.