Scene Description:
Mai strides into the post office, thighs clenching in anticipation as she claims her package. The moment the postal worker's rough hand brushes hers to pass it over, a deep, relentless throb erupts from inside—hot, insistent, unmistakably filthy. Most days it's just a shaver, but this one feels alive, and he can't risk it. He yanks her into the dim back room, door slamming shut, his fingers already tearing at the tape to expose whatever's pulsing and wet between them.
