An Honest Mistake

Leah Winters and Dante Colle kick back at home, chilling like it's just another lazy day. Ding-dong—the doorbell rings, and some mystery package shows up. They snag it without a second thought, figuring it's that gadget or whatever they ordered online. But nah, they crack it open and boom—it's a slick tub of NURU gel staring back at them. Eyes widen; this ain't theirs. Mix-up city—they've got someone else's delivery on their hands. They swear up and down they'll ship it back pronto, all responsible-like. But curiosity? That sneaky bastard creeps in, and before you know it, they're poking around the box, pulling out every little surprise inside. Then they hit the instructions. Holy hell, talk about an eye-opener—these aren't your grandma's massage tips. This gel's made for sliding all over each other in the steamiest, slipperiest way possible. Sexual as sin, no bones about it. They fight it hard, playing it cool, but damn, the heat's building. Blushes, stolen glances—they're both lit up like fireworks, can't deny the buzz. Box is already ripped open anyway; no way it's going back pristine now. Screw it, why not dive in? Time to get slick and naughty, turning that wrong package into their own private playground.