Push your luck.

Candice is now moaning against your touch, she attempts to struggle but failed, as she leans back, as she purrs in her sexy South African accent, "Keep going.... I need it.... So much...." You look at the model, not believing your luck, you made a promise to yourself that once you get home, you will be ordering a few more batches of Slave4U.

"Miss Swanepoel, you need to be more specific.... Or I am going to start.... Guessing..." You guide your hands from her shoulder to her breasts and you slowly rubbed it, kneading them together, "Naughty girl...." You teased her further.

"Please.... No... This is wrong..." She throw her head back, as she lean her head against you, "Keep going...." She is conflicted, as she starts to give in to her lust.