Dinner Alone

Candice doesn't mind guests, but sometimes a girl's gotta spread out alone. She takes her sweet time, stroking her pussy like she owns the damn thing, teasing the folds until they're slick and puffy. No rush. She knows every nerve, every trick to draw it out. Only after she's dripping does she ease a couple fingers inside, stretching herself with a satisfied little groan. Her favorite toy is next—long, smooth, and ready. She slicks it in deep, hips lifting, letting the toy fill her just right. She flips onto her knees, then on her back with legs wide, testing angles until the right one hits that spot hard. That's when she stops holding back and rides it straight to the edge, thighs shaking as she comes loud and wet. No mystery—just pure, greedy pleasure and a grin that says she’d do it again in a heartbeat.