Sweet slut

Candy earned her name for a reason. Give her anything sweet and she takes it twice as deep. Right now the sweetness she craves is thick and hard and aimed between her legs. She owns the moment, legs spread on crisp white sheets, letting every slow stroke answer the question she never bothers to speak out loud. Her fingers glide down, part her lips, and guide the tip straight where she needs it most. One push and she’s full, back arching, breath catching as she works herself open on that steady shaft. She pulls it free only to taste herself, lips sliding down until her throat welcomes the same heat. Spit glistens, eyes half-lidded, and then she turns, offering the tighter hole she’s kept waiting. Inch by careful inch she sinks back, taking it all until her cheeks meet skin. She rocks, chasing the sharp sweetness that blooms low in her belly, every thrust sending another wet sound echoing off the walls. When her fingers slip between her thighs again, circling fast and tight, the tension snaps. Her body shudders through it, clenching around every inch still buried inside her. Only after the last ripple fades does she ease forward, letting the slick length slip free so she can lick it clean, savoring the final taste of everything she asked for.