Package swap

Keni grabs the wrong suitcase at baggage claim. Later, when he pops it open to check the tag, a handful of sheer lingerie spills across the hotel bed. Black lace, crotchless panties, a tiny vibrator tucked between the folds. He’s still turning the toy in his hand when Allison walks in, towel barely clinging to her wet curves. She freezes, then smiles slow, like she’s been caught but doesn’t mind the view. "Looking for something?" He lifts the vibrator, thumb brushing the switch by accident. It hums to life between them. Allison steps closer, drops the towel, and takes it from him. Her tits sway heavy and full as she leans in, nipples already tight. She presses the buzzing tip to his wrist, drags it up his forearm, watching his pulse jump. "You opened my bag," she says, voice low. "Now you get to watch me use what’s inside." She climbs onto the bed, spreads her thighs, and runs the toy along her slick folds in slow, teasing circles. Keni stays where he is, cock already hard behind his zipper, while she slips two fingers inside herself and works the vibrator over her clit. Every wet sound fills the quiet room. When she starts to come, she reaches for his hand and pulls it between her legs so he can feel every pulse around his fingers. Only then does she tell him to take out his cock. He fucks her with the same unhurried rhythm she used on herself, deep and steady, until she’s gasping into the sheets and begging for more. The swapped bag stays open on the floor, its contents scattered, proof that some mistakes are worth making twice.