Back to the ceiling?

Megan glanced around the room slowly, her eyes settling on the pile of boxes, leading up towards the ceiling tile she'd removed earlier. "I think we may need to go up, again." She said softly.

Jasmin shot her a look. "That didn't work out too well for you last time."

Megan paused, remembering her plummet from the ceiling earlier, and what's more remembering her landing with her pussy in Jasmin's face.

A shiver ran through her body at the thought, bringing back other memories, their pussies grinding against each other as they tried to escape, and just how horny she was right now.

"We don't have much choice," she said quickly, trying to ignore the heat she was feeling at the memories. "We've got to get out of here." Get out of here, so that she could do something about how horny she was, she added mentally, finding herself unable to look Jasmin in the eye.

Jasmin slowly walked over to the boxes, and Megan's eyes couldn't help but drop to the dark curves of her buttocks, before quickly pulling away.

Finally Jasmin turned back to look at her. "Okay, how are we doing this?"