She kissed her way back up to him, slow and soft, whispering his name like it was a promise.

John reached for her, kissing her again, deeper this time, hands gripping her waist as he rolled them back over. He was over her now, between her thighs, cradled in the warmth of her.

She reached down, gently guiding him.

And when he slid into her pussy,

Everything stopped.

His breath left him in a stutter. His whole body tightened.

He had never felt anything like this.

Every fold of her wrapped around him like silk and fire. Tight, perfect, heat, squeezing him in all the right places.

It was like she was made for him.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck and whispered a curse against her skin.

“Oh my God…”

Before he knew it his body was going and he knew he wasn't going to last.

This wasn’t just sex. This was an unveiling.

He moved slowly, inch by inch, just as slow as he could letting every nerve ending memorize her.

And Candy? She wrapped her legs around his thighs, ankles locking behind him, feet digging into the curve of his ass. Her nails scratched lightly down his back.

Her eyes stayed on his, deep and unwavering.

She didn’t say a word.

But there was a glint—something knowing, something bold.

He usually pulled out. Always had.

But now? Now, his body wasn’t even asking permission.

He thrust deeper, feeling every flex of her around him, and he swore the room blurred.

“Candy,” he groaned, breathless. “I… I can’t…”

He was too far gone.

And she -

She just held on tighter.

That glint never left her eyes.

When he finally came, it was like white-hot lightning ripping through him. His muscles locked, his breath caught, and he poured himself into her - spilling every last drop of cum, body trembling, mind emptied.

She held him close, feet pressing into his backside, milking every drop.

She didn’t say a word, just smiled softly, leaned back slowly, and released her legs.

John moaned, "ughhhh"

And hovered there, head bowed, panting.

Cum was dribbling down his cock.

His arms trembled as he caught himself on the mattress, unsure if he could walk.

She reached up, brushing her fingertips along his cheek, still watching him with that mysterious gaze.

And in that moment, John knew: something irreversible had just happened.

And there was no going back.