As Megan's hands came free, Jasmin heard her let out a little sigh, hand hands automatically dropping. Straight into Jasmin's lap.
Jasmin froze for a second, her eyes drifting down to look at Megan's pale hands resting on her own dark thighs, Megan's fingers sitting so close to her still dripping pussy.
Her nerves got the better of her, and she quickly stumbled to her feet, feeling her knees give our slightly as she got off of Megan's lap, still trying to catch her breath.
She watched as Megan also stood, her legs looking just as shaky, her curvy body flushed and dripping with sweat. There was no doubt that she was also suffering from their escape attempts. "We've got to get out of here," Jasmin said, a little too quickly darting towards the door.
"It's no good," Megan replied, her voice still hoarse. "The handles broken, that's why I was in the ceiling when you found me."
Megan stepped forward, pointing at the lack of a door handle on the door, her arm accidentally brushing against Jasmin's naked body as she did, sending shivers through them both.
"There has to be another way out of here," Jasmin said, starting to feel frantic, partially about their confinement, but also concerned about just how aroused she clearly was.
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