UPS? More like, Oopsie-S! (Patreon)

It's Noon and there's an unexpected knock on my door. I set my cup of coffee down and rouse from my laptop.

I open the door and the draft carries in a thick, musty smell into my home. It hits me like a train and my senses are overpowered in an instant, like when you get too much wasabi on your sushi and everything in the world disappears for a moment.

"Aaugh", I sputter, a sharp alkaline smell piercing my lungs. It feels like I'm being impregnated by smell alone.

Finally, my eyes start making sense of what's in front of me.

A delivery girl from the Parcel Post, wide-eyed and panicky looking, stands before me. Her basketball-sized breasts stretching the earthy-brown uniform to its limit, the form of her nipples clear as day. She's carrying a soggy cardboard box, looking like it could disintegrate under its own weight at any moment.

"Ah", I realize, as a thick string of cum sloughs off the box and onto my doorstep.

In the box is the girl's leg-sized cock, the shape of her glans visibly denting the far side. Her testicles hang freely between her knees covered in her own jizz. Her legs, arms, and the ground were also filthy with her produce. 

"Oh fuck! You're not my-" She stammers. "A-ah, um, sorry! I got the wrong address..."

"Yeah, 5523A.2 is in the back." I respond, having gotten the back unit's deliveries in the past.

"Huh? In the back? O-ohkay, thanks!"

An awkward silence passes cum drips off her tender sack.

"I'll just, um, take my leave now. Please forget you saw any of this... and sorry about the mess!" She says.

I nod and close the door, my entire house now smelling like cum.

"I don't think she's really works for the Parcel Post", I think to myself, and go back to work.