Instantly wet to my touch, my digits sliding up and down between her labia, spreading her wetness all over her pussy, coating her folds and all over h...r clit with her muskiness. I moved over the bed and knelt between her open thighs, as always blown away by her flesh, coated in her juices, her wonderful tasting cream oozing from her cunt. Catching some on the tip of my finger, I sucked her juices off, tasting her addictive flavour and sighed with delight. Putting my face into her I started to. I use my other hand to steady the tip of my cock just inside the entrance to her wet, twitching butt hole. “Then take it all.” I say, tugging back on her hair, forcing her to move back, impaling herself on my hot, throbbing cock. She inhales in short, incremental gasps as she slowly allows her butt to consume me, half-inch by half-inch. Her mouth is wide open but she is quite unable to form any words. My grip on her hair remains firm and insistent, ensuring continual progress. She is caught. Thinking it was just leftover junk from her storage unit she would pick up the box and walk towards the basement, the supposed only part of the house that had to be thoroughly deep cleaned by a separate cleaning crew service before she was allowed to move in. Sitting down on the middle of the floor as she looked down at the mysterious box."Time to figure out what is in you huh? Wonder if it's an old house warming gift or something?" She said looking down at the box and calmly unfolding the top. I was too taken up in my hopeful feelings to question her actions immediately, but once she sat the chair down two feet in front of the couch, I was a bit bewildered. “Sit on the chair, Bre,” she almost ordered, “then we can talk about you staying with us.” “But… Why…” Even as I tried to formulate a question, I mechanically rose from the couch, walked the few steps to the chair and sat down awkwardly. Jess plopped down on the couch right in front of the chair and lounged back, stretching her.