Time You Enjoy

Candy Waist has an afternoon to herself. She doesn't waste it. She knows what she likes—slow strokes, a little pressure where it counts—and she gets right to it. Her fingers glide over her skin, teasing at first, then firmer, chasing the heat building inside her. The toy beside her is her favorite for a reason: thick, smooth, relentless. She switches it on, the low hum filling the quiet room. It finds her clit easily. She presses in, hips tilting, breath catching. One orgasm rolls through her, sharp and quick. She doesn’t stop. The toy keeps working. Her thighs tremble. She comes again, harder this time, the sound raw in her throat. Candy keeps going until she’s spent, slick and flushed, a satisfied smile playing at her lips.