Chapter 1: Getting to Know Candi
OMG, y’all aren’t gonna believe this cray-cray thing that happened to me! *flips long blonde hair* I mean, one minute I was this totally average dude named Brian, right? And the next? Bam! I’m this total bimbo slut named Candi, with long platinum hair, huge tits, and a bod that just won’t quit. No, seriously, like, I can't even believe it myself sometimes.
I know what you’re thinkin’—how the heck did this even happen? Well, I ain’t got a clue, but I’m not complainin’ or nothin'. I mean, have you seen me? *winks* It’s like I’m a walking, talkin’, fuckin’ wet dream. And y’all know what? I’m totally lovin’ it. But, okay, fine, sometimes it can be a lil’ overwhelming, y'know? Like, when I first woke up in this new body, I was all freaked out. Who wouldn't be?
I had practically transformed overnight into a perfect 18-year-old bimbo. Tits, ass, tiny waist - the package deal. I couldn't even recognize myself! My hips seemed to sway on their own as I wobbled on my new stiletto heels, wondering how I'd ever walk in these damn things. At first, I couldn't help but miss my old body, my old life. But as time went on, I realized something: Being a bimbo slut wasn't so bad at all.
In fact, it was kinda awesome. I mean, sure, my IQ might have dropped a few points (who cares about algebra, am I right?), but being a bimbo comes with its perks. Take my tits, for example. Never in a million years did I ever think I'd have a set of boobs like these. They're huge, firm, and just perfection. Seriously, it's like they have a gravitational pull – I can't even help it if guys can't keep their eyes off ‘em. And my ass?
Don’t even get me started. It's round and plump, just the right size for squeezing – not that I’d ever do that. *giggles* I mean, why would I need to when there are so many other people willing to do it for me? It’s like I’ve got this magnetic force between my legs, too. I can't explain it, but suddenly there are guys everywhere, just dying to get a piece of this.
I have to admit, I was a bit self-conscious about my body at first. I ain't gonna lie – I spent hours staring at myself in the mirror, touching my curves and marveling at my newfound sexiness. My closet was now filled with skimpy outfits, most of which could barely be called clothing. I had more lingerie than I knew what to do with. Leopard print, red lace, black silk – you name it, I had it. My wardrobe was a perfect reflection of my new life: decadent, indulgent, and a little bit naughty.
Not gonna lie, I love seducing men. It's like my new favorite pastime, except instead of playing video games or watching TV, I'm fluttering my eyelashes and giving them the "come hither" look. I mean, what guy can resist a bombshell bimbo like me? Honestly, I couldn’t really blame ‘em if they couldn’t. *winks* And when these men worship my body, when they gaze at me with those puppy dog eyes full of sheer lust, it’s like a drug, you know? I crave it; I need it.
It’s become an addiction I never want to kick. At night, I turn off the lights, pull down the shades, and let my fingers do the walking on my tight, wet pussy. I moan and gasp, imagining the hands of all those men exploring my body like it's the most precious treasure on earth. And let me tell you, the more I play with myself, the more I want it to be real.
I crave the feeling of a real man, his hardness filling me up completely and taking me to the edge of ecstasy. My dildos just can’t compare to the real thing. I wanna feel those hands all over my body, grabbing my tits, squeezing my ass, and pulling my hair. I want their cocks deep inside me, thrusting rough and hard, making me scream their names as I cum all over them.
My days are filled with thoughts of sex, being filled and pleased by countless men. Sometimes I worry that I'm too obsessed, but then I take a look in the mirror and see my reflection—the perfect curves, the flawless skin, the platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I can’t help but smile, knowing how much I’ve transformed. I’m the ultimate bimbo fantasy come to life.
As I walk the streets of the city, I can almost feel the heat of the male gaze on my skin. I know they’re looking at me, undressing me with their eyes. It’s like they’re imagining me naked, picturing every inch of my body in vivid detail. I can’t help but bite my lip, feeling a sudden surge of arousal. I freaking love it when people stare. *giggles* I mean, why wouldn’t I? I’m a total babe, after all.
But I digress. Let me take you back to the first time I really embraced my new life as Candi. It was a few days after my transformation – yeah, it took me that long to fully accept this wild turn of events. I still didn’t know how it happened or why, but that was the least of my problems. I really needed to get used to my new body and, you know, make it earn its keep. *wink*
I remember walking on shaky legs into my trendy pink and silk penthouse apartment – seriously, pink is like my new favorite color, can you tell? – and staring at my reflection in the mirrored walls. My long platinum blond hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall, and my massive beach ball-sized breasts were practically bursting out of my skimpy lingerie.
I could hardly believe that just a few days ago, I was an average guy named Brian. Now, I was this incredibly hot bimbo slut named Candi, with a body that could make any man beg for a taste. And, oh boy, did I know exactly what to do with that power. I was in control now – and I loved every second of it. *winks* Believe it or not, being a bimbo wasn’t as easy as it looked.
There was this strange combination of innocence and sex appeal that I had to maintain, and it required a delicate balance. I wasn’t just some dumb blonde – I was a seductive, irresistible force of nature. At first, I struggled to find my place in this new world of pink silks and pleasure.
I was constantly trying to keep my old self alive, but it became more and more difficult as the days went by. With every passing moment, I was becoming more of Candi, less of Brian– and I had to admit, I was starting to prefer it. In the mornings, I'd stare at myself in the mirror while getting ready for the day, a ritual that had somehow transformed from a routine chore into an act of self-love and self-acceptance.
I marveled at the way my body looked, the softness of my curves, the firmness of my figure, the glow of my skin. I loved how it made me feel – empowered, desirable, and in control. My big, blue eyes shone with excitement and curiosity, like I was just waiting to see what the day would bring – and trust me, there was always something interesting on the horizon.
But most all I like, loved my massive tits, my big booty and hungry little cunt. They seemed to have a mind of their own. My tits were so massive, they jiggled with every slight movement, and I just couldn’t keep my hands off them. I loved to cup them, knead them, and tease my rock-hard nipples. My little cunt was always wet, always ready for some attention. I loved to spread my legs wide and gaze at my glistening lips, or rub my clit gently with my fingers.
I loved how my fingers glided smoothly over it with just a hint of resistance that sent shivers up my spine. I couldn’t help but crave for more, and this was when I would reach for my vast collection of sex toys. Some might say I was addicted to sex, cum, and dressing like a whore, but I saw myself as just a connoisseur of the fine art of pleasure. *wink*
I loved experimenting with different sensations and exploring what my body was capable of. I had a treasure trove of dildos in every shape, size, and color. Some were long and girthy, perfect for filling me up completely. I would thrust them into me and moan, pretending that it was a real man's cock inside me. Others were small and sleek, just right for teasing my sensitive clit. I would use them to circle around my little nub, building up the tension and anticipation.
Then there were the ones that vibrated, buzzing against my aching pussy and sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I could use them to bring myself to the brink, then back off again and again, until I was practically begging for release. It was a delicious game of cat and mouse that I never tired of playing.
The mirror on the wall across from my bed was my favorite accessory – it allowed me to watch every moment of my self-pleasure session with an almost clinical detachment. But the truth was, I loved watching every second of it. It was like watching a naughty movie, but better, because I was the star of the show. My body moved with a grace and confidence that I had never known before.
I would arch my back, grinding against the dildo, watching my tits jiggle in all their massive glory. *giggles* Sometimes, I would even talk dirty to myself, whispering filthy little secrets and fantasies into the silent room. At night, it was more of the same. I couldn't sleep without touching myself, without feeling those intense waves of pleasure and satisfaction.
My nights were filled with endless fantasies and desires that I just couldn't ignore. The mirror on the wall across from me was like an invitation to indulge in my own sinful passions. Each night, I would pick a different dildo, depending on my mood and cravings. Some nights, I wanted to be teased and taunted, and other nights, I needed a hard, fast, and intense pounding. No matter what I chose, though, I always ended up satisfied and longing for more.
I was becoming insatiable, and I didn't care. My body was a wonderland, and I was the queen bee, buzzing from one pleasure to the next. It was an endless cycle of desire and fulfillment, and I was loving every moment of it. My nights of self-love quickly turned into full-blown masturbation marathons. I'd start with one dildo, then two, then three, until my bedside table looked like a sex toy buffet. And I couldn't get enough.
The more I indulged in the pleasure of my own body, the more I craved it. My nights became a blur of moans and gasps, hips bucking and fingers flying as I pushed myself to new heights of ecstasy. It was like a never-ending party, and I was both the host and the guest of honor. In between my marathon masturbation sessions, I'd practice my "doe-eyed" look in the mirror, perfecting the art of seduction.
I learned to sway my hips just right, rolling my shoulders and arching my back like a pro. I was discovering how to be this ultimate bimbo, the one that guys could fawn over and girls wanted to be. But as addicted as I became to the pleasures of my own body, I was still missing something. It wasn't just the dildos, or the endless sex toy buffet. No, there was a deeper hunger within me—one that none of these toys could satisfy. In fact, they only made it worse.
I craved the real thing – the touch of a man, the feeling of his hardness pressed against me, and the electric current that would run through me when our bodies collided. I yearned to feel that emotional connection, even if it was only for a moment. For now, I needed to get some sleep, I mean OMG, I had work tomorrow and no one had seen me in my new bimbo body yet.
I couldn’t wait for the reactions, knowing they'd be priceless. I carefully placed all my toys back in their places, tidying up before climbing into my large fluffy bed. It was like sinking into a cloud, but even as I started to drift off, my fingers found their way between my legs and I enjoyed just one more small orgasm, keeping it quiet as not to wake the neighbors.
As I feel myself falling into a deep sleep, I can’t help but wonder if my life would ever go back to normal or if this is my new reality. I mean, I’ve always heard about those stories of people waking up in someone else’s body, but I never thought it would actually happen to me. And yet, here I am - Candi, the 18-year-old blonde bombshell with massive titties and a bottomless desire for cumming.
I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all as I lie there, wrapped in silky pink sheets. I used to be Brian, an average Joe, but now I have a bimbo body that could make any man (and some women) weak at the knees. I can't exactly say I miss my old life, because who wouldn't want to trade glasses and a beer gut for massive, perky tits and a bouncy ass?
I was soon asleep, dreaming of what awaited me the next day. I could only imagine the looks of shock and awe I'd get as I strutted into work with my new bimbo body. Brian's boss would probably have a heart attack, not knowing how to react to his once-dorky employee now looking like a total bombshell. My mind raced with all the possibilities – would my coworkers be jealous? Would they treat me differently? Would I even still have a job...I giggled at that and slept away.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, my blue eyes sparkling with excitement. I was ready to take on the world as Candi, the bimbo slut.
Stepping out of my apartment, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. I mean, I looked like a walking sex symbol, but at the same time, I felt empowered and unstoppable. I strutted down the hallway with confidence, knowing that every man in the building was checking me out.
I could feel their eyes burning into my skin, and it only made me walk with more swagger. I was in control, and I fucking loved it.
As I approached the elevator, a group of construction workers stopped what they were doing to stare at me. One of them whistled, and without missing a beat, I turned around and flipped him off, then blew him a kiss. The other guys laughed, and I could see the leader of the pack, a rugged-looking man with a hard hat and a tool belt, stepping forward.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said, his voice gravelly and deep.
"You got a name?"
I looked him up and down, taking in his chiseled jawline, broad shoulders, and the way his shirt clung to his sweaty, muscular chest. "Candi," I purred, batting my eyelashes at him. "And you are?"
He smirked, clearly enjoying the attention. "Jack. Pleasure to meet you, Candi."
The elevator doors dinged open, and I stepped inside, feeling Jack's gaze burning into my ass. I turned around and caught him checking me out, his eyes lingering on my massive tits.
I smirked, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "You like what you see, Jack?" I asked, my voice dripping with seduction.
He didn't miss a beat. "Baby, I fucking love it. I'd love to see what's under that sexy little outfit of yours, too."
I leaned against the elevator wall, spreading my legs slightly, giving him a hint of what was to come. "Is that a promise?"
Jack stepped closer, his body inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and it made my pussy throb with anticipation.
Jack reached out, his rough, calloused hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. I parted my lips slightly, just enough to flick my tongue out and taste him. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face.
"Fuck, you're teasing me, aren't you, Candi?" he growled.
I bit my lip, smiling sweetly. "Maybe just a little."
The elevator dinged again, and the doors slid open, revealing a bustling office floor. I stepped out, but Jack grabbed my arm, pulling me back.
"Where do you think you're going, Candi?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I had been expecting this, had been hoping for it, but now that it was happening, I felt a twinge of nerves.
"I have work," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Jack chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Fuck work," he said, his hand tightening around my arm.
"You're coming with me."
I raised an eyebrow, but before I could protest, he dragged me down the hall, past the stunned faces of my coworkers. I could hear the whispers and gasps, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was the heat emanating from Jack's body and the way his grip on my arm sent electric shocks straight to my pussy.
He led me to a storage closet, kicking the door open and pulling me inside. The room was dark and cramped, filled with boxes and old office equipment.
Jack kicked the door shut behind us, and I could feel the tension rising in the air. He turned to face me, his eyes burning with desire.
"Jack, what are we doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew exactly what we were doing, but I wanted to hear him say it.
He smirked, his hands finding their way to my hips. "We're gonna have some fun, Candi. I've been watching you since you moved in, and I can't fucking resist any longer."
His hands gripped my ass, pulling me roughly against him.
I could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach, and I moaned, eager to feel it inside me. Jack's lips crashed onto mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I submitted to him, letting him take control, my body melting into his.
"Fuck, you taste good," he growled, breaking away from our kiss. His hands moved from my ass to my tits, squeezing them roughly through my blouse. I gasped, my nipples hardening at his touch. He seemed to notice, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"You like that, don't you, Candi? You like it when I'm rough with your big, fat tits." He pinched my nipples hard, and I cried out, my pussy clenching with need. "Yes," I gasped, my eyes locked onto his. "I fucking love it."
Jack chuckled, his hands moving to the buttons of my blouse. He popped them open one by one, his knuckles brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. When my blouse was finally open, he pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
I stood before him in my lacy pink bra, my massive tits heaving with anticipation. Jack's eyes darkened as he took in my cleavage, his breathing growing heavier.
"Fuck, those are even bigger than I imagined," he growled, reaching out to cup one of my breasts. He squeezed it roughly, his thumb brushing against my nipple, making me gasp. You like it when I manhandle your big, fat tits?"
I nodded, my eyes locked onto his. "Yes," I whispered.
"I fucking love it when you're rough with them."
Jack grinned, like a predator about to devour its prey. He reached behind me, unhooking my bra with ease. My massive tits spilled out, and he groaned, his eyes glued to them. He took one in each hand, squeezing and kneading them like dough, his thumbs circling my nipples. I moaned, my head falling back, exposing my neck to him.
He took the invitation, leaning down to run his tongue along my collarbone, then up to my ear.
I shivered as he whispered, "You're fucking gorgeous, Candi. I can't wait to fuck those big tits of yours and watch them bounce while I pound that tight little pussy."
I whimpered, my knees threatening to buckle at his filthy words. Jack chuckled, his hands moving to my skirt, pushing it up around my waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down roughly. I stepped out of them, standing before him completely naked, my body on fire with desire.
Jack's eyes raked over me, taking in every inch of my skin, his gaze lingering on my glistening pussy. He growled, his hands moving to his own clothes, tearing them off in a frenzy. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as he revealed his muscular body to me. His chest was chiseled, his abs defined, and his cock... fuck, his cock was massive. It stood proud and erect, throbbing with need, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.
"Come here," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.
I didn't hesitate, stepping closer to him, my body pressing against his. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my stomach, and I ached to feel it inside me. Jack's hands found my ass, lifting me up effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he spun us around and pressed my back against the cold wall of the storage closet.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn wet," he growled, his fingers sliding easily into my pussy. I moaned, grinding against his hand, desperate for more friction.
"Yes, Jack. Touch me. Fuck me."
He chuckled, his fingers moving in and out of me, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you alright, Candi. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name."
I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I can't wait."
Jack removed his fingers from my pussy, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. His eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted me, savoring my flavor.
"Fuck, you taste like heaven, Candi. I can't wait to bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours." He lined up his massive cock with my entrance, teasing me by rubbing the head up and down my slit, coating it with my arousal. I squirmed, trying to push myself onto him, but he held me firmly in place, a wicked grin on his face.
"Please, Jack," I begged, my voice breathy. "I need you inside me."
He chuckled, his eyes locked onto mine. "You're in for a treat, baby.
I promise you that," Jack growled, his voice laced with lust. He slowly pushed himself into me, his massive cock stretching me wider than I'd ever been before. I gasped, my eyes widening as I felt him fill me up completely. "Fuck, you're so big," I moaned, my nails digging into his back.
Jack grinned, his hips starting to move, sliding his cock in and out of me at a steady pace.
"You can take it, Candi. You're made for this, aren't you?"
I could only nod, my body overwhelmed with sensation. His cock was like a piston, driving in and out of me, hitting all the right spots. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Jack. Fuck me harder," I begged, my voice ragged.
He obliged, slamming into me with all his might, his hips smacking against mine with each thrust.
The sound of our flesh colliding filled the small storage closet, mingling with our moans and gasps. I could feel his enormous cock stretching me to my limits, the pressure building inside me with each powerful stroke.
"Fuck, yes!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. "Like that, Jack! Fuck me like you own me!"
"You're goddamn right I do," he growled, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. "You're mine now, Candi.
Every inch of this sexy body belongs to me," Jack hissed, his hands gripping my ass cheeks so hard I knew I'd have bruises later. I fucking loved it. I loved the possessiveness in his voice, the way he claimed me as his own. It made me feel desired, wanted, and it only served to fuel my desire for him.
"Fuck yeah, Jack. I'm yours. Use me, fuck me, make me your little slut," I panted, my tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into me.
Jack's grip on my ass tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held me in place, impaling me on his cock. Our bodies slapped together, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh filling the small closet. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as it prepared to explode.
"Fuck, Candi, you're so goddamn tight," Jack groaned, his hips moving like a jackhammer, driving his cock deep into my pussy.
I could feel every ridge, every vein as he stretched me wide, filling me completely. I moaned, my head thrown back, my tits bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust.
"Harder, Jack. Fuck me harder," I pleaded, my voice ragged and breathless. He obliged, slamming into me with all his might, his balls slapping against my ass with each forceful stroke. The sound of our flesh colliding echoed through the small closet, mingling with our moans and grunts.
Jack's fingers dug into my ass, spreading my cheeks apart as he drove his massive cock into me, hitting depths I didn't know existed. I could feel every throbbing inch of him, stretching me wider than I thought possible, filling me completely. Your cock is so fucking big," I panted, my tits bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust. "It feels like you're splitting me in half."
Jack chuckled, his voice laced with lust. You were made for this.
You're a fucking porn star, Candi," Jack growled, his hips bucking like a wild animal as he fucked me senseless. I could feel every thick inch of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my juices coating him, making the ride smoother and more intense. The friction was incredible, and I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge. You're gonna make me come," I moaned, my nails digging into his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
Jack's grip on my ass tightened, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he held me in place, impaling me on his enormous cock. He growled, his hips moving like a machine, driving into me with all his might.
"Come for me, Candi," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. "I want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock as you come all over me."
His words sent me over the edge, my body convulsing as I screamed out my release.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my pussy clenching around his cock as I came undone. Jack groaned, his fingers digging into my ass as he held me in place, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. he growled, his hips still moving, drawing out my orgasm as he emptied himself into me. "Take it all, Candi. Milk my cock with that tight little pussy."
I could feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thighs as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.
Jack's grip on my ass was bruising, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held me in place, his cock still throbbing inside me. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and gasping, before spinning me around and bending me over a nearby shelf. I braced myself, my hands grabbing onto boxes for support as he lined up his still-hard cock with my hole and slammed back into me.
"Fuck, you're still so tight," he growled, his hips moving like a jackhammer.
I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, my juices mixed with his cum making the ride even smoother. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the small closet, mingling with our moans and grunts.
"Goddamn, Jack. You're fucking me so good," I panted, my tits bouncing wildly with each powerful thrust. He reached around and grabbed them, squeezing them roughly as he pulled me back against him, his cock drilling into me from behind.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?
You like it when I fuck you like this, from behind, like the dirty whore you are?" Jack growled, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounded into me, his cock hitting my G-spot with every thrust.
I could only moan in response, my body completely at his mercy. He was using me, fucking me like a cheap whore, and I fucking loved it. I loved the way his cock filled me up, the way his hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with each stroke.
I could feel every vein, every ridge as he drove into me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. He was a fucking animal, and I was his willing prey. You're gonna make me come again," I moaned, my tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into me.
He reached around and grabbed my throat, tilting my head back as he continued to fuck me, his breath hot on my ear. "That's right, Candi. Come all over my cock.
I want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze me as you come undone," Jack growled, his grip on my throat tightening slightly. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, pushing me closer to release. Fuck, I'm gonna come," I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.
He chuckled, his voice like gravel. "That's right, baby. Come for me.
Come all over my cock, you little slut," Jack commanded, his fingers rubbing my clit faster, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to release. Fuck, yes!" I screamed, my pussy clenching around his cock as I came undone. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my body convulsing as Jack continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot cum.
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into me.
"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my head falling forward, my hair hanging in sweaty curtains around my face. "Fill me up, Jack. Give me every fucking drop."
He growled, his hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out my orgasm as he emptied himself into me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, running down my thighs, and I fucking loved it.
Jack pulled out, leaving me gaping and wanting more. He spun me around, and I saw the hunger in his eyes as he took in my disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and tits heaving with exertion. He grabbed my hand and led me to a nearby table, clearing it with a sweep of his arm, sending papers and office supplies flying.
"Get on your back, Candi," he ordered, his voice firm. I didn't hesitate, climbing onto the table and lying down, my legs dangling over the edge.
Jack stood between my thighs, his massive cock still rock hard, glistening with our combined juices. He grabbed my legs, pulling me closer to him, until my ass was at the very edge of the table.
"Spread your legs, Candi," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. I complied, opening myself up to him, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He ran a hand up my thigh, his fingers brushing against my pussy, making me shiver. "Fuck, you're a mess," he growled, his fingers coated in our cum.
He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes locked onto mine. "You taste so fucking good, Candi. I could eat that sweet pussy of yours all day."
I whimpered, my body aching for more. "Please, Jack. I need you inside me again."
He smirked, lining up his cock with my entrance. "You're insatiable, aren't you, you little slut?"
I nodded, biting my lip. "Only for you, Jack."
He pushed into me, filling me up completely.
I gasped, my back arching off the table as he began to move, his hips slapping against mine with each powerful thrust. Fuck, you're so deep," I moaned, my fingers digging into his arms, my nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin. "I can feel you in my stomach, Jack."
He grinned, his eyes never leaving mine. I'm claiming every inch of you. You're mine now," he growled, his hands moving to my tits, squeezing them roughly as he fucked me.
"Every inch of this sexy body belongs to me."
I moaned, my head thrashing from side to side as he drove into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. Yes, I'm yours. Fuck me, use me, make me your little slut."
He chuckled, his hips moving like a machine, drilling into me with all his might. "You're a greedy little bitch, aren't you, Candi? Always hungry for more cock."
I could only nod, my body completely at his mercy.
Jack's fingers found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, pushing me closer to release. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.