No, you needed to adjust to reach into the back better without getting your clothes caught.

I swallowed, wriggling in the machine, my backside wiggling at Brad as I did. I shuffled my knees, feeling my jeans pull ever-tighter in back as I did, and sighed. Just pretend like it's nothing and finish up...

"Um, so, Cindy..." Brad said timidly. I heard the door latch. "You're in a bit of an awkward position here..."

"You're not going to take advantage of me, are you?" I laughed nervously, wondering how low the backside of my jeans must have fallen...

"No, I mean, you're, um... I just, I closed the door so you could, um..." He stammered.

"What?" I decided I really needed to check just how low my jeans were, when I realized my shirt was stuck. When it tore dislodging a toner cartridge. "Aw, fuck me!" I shouted, kicking my knee against the printer.

"Um..." Brad said behind me. I couldn't get the toner cartridge back in without spilling it, but maybe Brad could help.

"Do you think you can help me out down here?" I said. "I just need you to get in here shove that thing in for me."

"You want me to just shove it in there?" Brad sounded confused.

"Yes, just, like, all the way in. It should go in easy, I'm just in this position is all and can't do it for myself." I sighed. "Please?"

"Right..." I heard his zipper and remembered I was supposed to be checking my jeans. I shifted my weight, and this time felt them slip. All the way to my knees.

I was tangled up bent over in this machine pointing my bare backside at Brad, telling him to shove it in for me.

"Fu-uck..." I gasped as his cock slipped in between my thighs and slid easily into my wet little slit. "Oh fuck..." I moaned.