Candle warehouse gets the wrong shipment but it's the right orgasms

Lily Lane’s stuck in a back room, unpacking candles until her fingers go numb. Then the boxes open and there’s nothing but dildos—big, fat, cock-shaped things that make the candles look pathetic. She stares for a second, then shrugs, strips, climbs onto the worktable, and starts working one of the fat toys up her ass, grunting with every inch. Her boss, Nikki Darling, all long limbs and dark skin, walks in, takes one look, and grins like Christmas came early. She yanks Lily off the table, bends her forward, and lays a hard hand across her cheeks until they glow. Then Nikki straps on the longest dildo in the box, spits on it, and drives the whole length straight into Lily’s hole. Every thrust stretches her wider. Nikki works a second toy in beside it, fingers knuckle-deep, twisting and spreading until Lily’s rim is straining, shiny, gaping around nothing. Finally Nikki fills her with warm water, plugs her, makes her hold it, then yanks the plug and watches the gape bloom, wide enough to show pink inside. Lily’s shaking, drooling, ass winking, and the toys keep coming.