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Candy
was everything her name promised—sweet, addictive, and oh so satisfying. Out-spoken with confidence and not afraid for me to reject her due to her 6 bakness and she was friendly too. always smiling, yet her eyes held a spark of untamed desire.
Her body was on the fuller, meatier side—real, touchable, deliciously soft—and she carried it with confidence. But those breasts… large, natural, and gravity-defying, they could put most women to shame.
Clean-shaven and silky smooth, her body was a playground of temptation. Our lips locked in a deep, wild fast paced and she was out to start a French war with her tongue swirling eagerly challenging mine, leaving me breathless.
Candy was open, eager, and completely uninhibited—she let me take the lead, hungry to please. I devoured her, fingers working her until wet , squelching sounds matched her shameless moans. When I teased her entrance with a slow, grinding sumata, occasionally sliding in inch by inch, she responded like she was high on pure weeds.
And when I thrust deep with her legs on my shoulders—what some call the “old man pushing cart”—she cried out with raw pleasure almost broadcasting throughout the floor. She was wild, passionate, and unforgettable.
A true indulgence I won’t soon forget.