What He Gave Up

Candee Licious paces outside the door, butterflies low in her belly. She’s come here with one purpose: show Emmanuel Torquemada exactly what he’s lost. The moment he opens, she steps inside and drops her coat. Nothing underneath but smooth skin, perky natural breasts, and the knowledge that he’s about to watch her walk away for good. She turns, kneels on the couch, and parts her cheeks with both hands, offering the tight little hole he used to own. Emmanuel doesn’t speak; he just drops behind her, tongue flicking once before two wet fingers slide straight in. Candee gasps, hips rolling back to take them deeper. He works her open with steady strokes, then eases a third finger past the ring until she’s panting. When she’s slick and ready, he stands, presses the head of his cock against that same tight entrance, and pushes. Inch by inch he sinks into her ass, stretching her until her breath shudders. She stays on all fours, natural tits swinging beneath her while he grips her waist and drives in harder. Every thrust reminds them both what he gave up. Candee comes first, ass clenching around him, a low moan escaping her parted lips. Emmanuel follows seconds later, pulling out to paint the curve of her lower back. She stands, dresses without hurry, and leaves without another word, the ghost of his fingers still warm inside her.