Delivery Girl Comes Express Style! HD (WMV)
As the delivery girl, Jasmine Sinclair, approached your doorstep, you couldn't help but notice the unusual bulge in her package. Curious and intrigued, you opened it to find a note that read: "I have a surprise for you, but I need to check the contents first. And I want you to check them on me!"
The note was signed with a seductive wink, leaving you wondering just what Jasmine had in store. As she arrived at your doorstep, she was already dressed in the skimpiest outfit imaginable – a tight black miniskirt that barely covered her ass, a cropped top that left her toned stomach exposed, and a pair of sexy black heels that made her tower over you.
Jasmine's eyes danced with mischief and lust as she stepped into your home, her full breasts swaying enticingly under her top. She closed the door behind her, locking it for privacy. "Now," she purred, "let's see what I've got for you."
With that, Jasmine reached into her package and pulled out a roll of thick, silver duct tape. Your heart raced as she approached you, tape unfurling behind her like a predator's tail. In one swift move, she pressed the tape against your mouth, sealing it shut with a sticky, satisfying crack.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but Jasmine just laughed and shook her head. "Sorry, love," she said, her voice muffled by the tape. "But I need you to stay quiet for this."
With that, she began to wrap you in the tape, binding your arms to your sides, your legs together, and even your ankles. You struggled against the sticky, suffocating bonds, but they held fast. The more you moved, the more your skin stuck to the tape, making it nearly impossible to break free.
Jasmine watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Finally, she knelt down in front of you and peeled away your miniskirt, leaving you completely naked except for the tape. Then, she slid the tape up your legs, securing your thighs together at the waist.
Her fingers trailed over the tape, tracing invisible patterns on your skin. You felt her heat against your bare ass, her breath hot against your neck. You couldn't help but shiver with anticipation, wondering what she was going to do next.
As if in answer to your question, Jasmine pulled out a vibrator and pressed it against your pussy, which was still exposed between your legs. She turned it on, and the low hum of the motor filled the room. You arched your back, trying to push against the tape, but it held you in place.
Jasmine watched you with a predatory grin, her eyes glinting with excitement. She slid the vibrator in and out of your pussy, teasing you mercilessly. You moaned into the tape, but no sound escaped. Jasmine's free hand moved down to your bound crotch, rubbing circles against your clit.
"That's it, baby," she purred. "Let it all out."
And let it all out you did. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your body shook with release. Jasmine watched, her eyes alight with lust and satisfaction.
Finally, she turned off the vibrator and stood up, pulling the tape away from your body with a wet, sucking noise. You fell back, gasping for air, as your skin stuck to the tape.
"Was that what you had in mind?" Jasmine asked, her voice still muffled by the tape.
You nodded, unable to speak. Jasmine laughed, a husky, satisfied sound that sent shivers down your spine. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead before reaching into her package one final time.
This time, she pulled out a small, silver key. She unlocked your mouth and removed the tape, releasing you from your bonds. You fell back onto the floor, catching your breath as Jasmine watched you with a mixture of admiration and desire in her eyes.
"That," she said, breathless, "was a delivery I'll never forget."