No

It's too hard to move, packed inside the piñata so tightly. You're worried if you try you'll compromise your hiding place, and with the wild vines outside, it's too risky. Besides, you're beginning to find the position kinda comfortable... nice, even. Too nice, as your constant panting and rising temperature would indicate. You look up at the Angel atop your legs, unable to resist glancing at the dim silhouette of her glistening chest, the porous remnants of her costume's skirt...

Your own skin is already sensitive from the slime, and you can only imagine hers being the same. She bites her lip as she looks down at you, sliding her leg further under your body. Abandoning her attempts at covering her breasts, she plants her hands in the candy pile beside her, plastic crinkling in the orange darkness.

"That thing really made a mess of us, huh?" she pants, a breathy attempt at laughter bouncing her tits as she leans back. "We might be stuck here a while... all hot and slimy..."

You gulp, stifling a moan as her slime-slick leg slips between your own. "Yeah... You feel it too?"

She wiggles closer, nodding as her eyes trail your supine form. "F-Fuck, might as well make the best of it." A heated grunt accompanies her efforts at working her leg into place. You feel your face heat up, along with your pussy, as the Angel's legs intertwine with yours.

You don't bother stifling your next moan, realizing the hands covering your breasts are just rubbing your sensitive nipples, which only works the slime in more thoroughly. A gasp escapes you as the Angel shoves her crotch against yours, and she starts moaning as well. Gripping your top leg in her slick, slender hands, she begins scissoring with you in earnest.

Crinkling wrappers and passionate voices fill the piñata as the scent of sweets mingles with a heady musk. Your soaked panties slowly dissolve between both your hot, wet pussies as the slime sizzles away, melting your inhibitions as well. The heightened sensitivity in your sex sends you to a fast and spasmodic orgasm, a wave of wetness coating your squelching thighs.

The Angel quivers with you, her shuddering moans peaking with an arch of her back. After her scissoring rhythm hitches, she resumes with renewed vigor, humping all the faster at your slick little slit. Her flexing legs grip your body between them tightly, kicking at the candy in her fervor.

Your moans of ecstasy reach a harmony, building in volume until the frantic friction sends you into twin orgasms. In the throes of your breathtaking climax, you cling to each-other's legs, twitching as the slime between your legs only gets wetter.

The Angle curls up with your leg, all that's left of her energy a slight tremble. You lay panting in the candy, the piñata filled with the heat of the afterglow, and the slime mostly drying up on your naked skin. Soon you find yourself too tired to do anything but sleep. When you wake, you're in your own bed, the memory of Halloween night a sweet dream. You aren't sure if it really happened, but a sudden tingle stirs the suspicion.