Slumber party!

As Pete turned to leave, Candy's heart twisted with a sudden pang of guilt. Here was a man who had shown her more kindness and respect in just a few moments than anyone else had in the past two days of her debauchery. And she was essentially running him out of his own room, despite his promise not to try any funny business. "Wait, Big Pete," she blurted out. Pete paused at the door, turning back to face her with surprise and concern etched on his face. Candy shifted under the blanket, on of her shapely breasts uncovered with the sudden move.

"You... you don't need to leave, Big Pete," Candy stuttered, her voice still trembling slightly. She felt a warmth growing in her chest. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and trust, met his gaze. "You can stay...". Pete raised one eyebrow quizzically. "Ya sure, baby?" he asked, his voice gentle. But Candy's nod was firm, accompanied by a small, genuine smile, "It's your room after all. You don't have to leave it on my account. I trust your words."

With a soft chuckle, Pete's face lit up with a grin. "Well, if dat's what ya wan', den I ain' complainin', baby," he said as he started disrobing, "Ain' no fool to pass up da chance to sleep wid a hot little thing like you. Even if my hog doesn' get to taste yo' coochie." Pete winked at Candy as his massive cock sprang free again, bobbing heavily in the air mere inches from Candy's face. The thick shaft glistened with a bead of pre-cum at the tip, the veins running along its length throbbing with each heartbeat.

Candy giggled softly, her eyes twinkling with gratitude as she leaned forward. With a playful flick of her tongue, she placed a gentle kiss on the tip of Pete's throbbing cock. "I have complete trust in you and your 'hog'," she purred. She then busied herself with arranging the pillows on the mattress, creating a comfortable nest for them to rest. The soft rustle of feathers filled the room as she fluffed and positioned each one, ensuring maximum coziness. As she worked, she couldn't help but steal glances at Pete's impressive endowment, feeling a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. Once it was ready, Candy crawled onto the mattress and laid down comfortably. Her eyes slowly closed as she dozed off.

"Min' if I toke a bit, baby?" he asked, as he reached over to the table drawer and took out a joint. Hearing no response, he looked over at Candy and found her asleep, nestled under the blanket, leaving her ample breasts exposed and inviting. Pete licked his lips, his eyes fixated on Candy's perky nipples, standing at attention like little pink sentries. Pete lit the joint and took a deep drag, the sweet aroma of marijuana filling the room as he exhaled slowly. He had to give his cock a firm squeeze to keep it under control. With a smirk, he dimmed the lights & crawled onto his side of the mattress with the joint.

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After a few minutes, Candy's eyes fluttered open as her nose tickled with the lingering scent of weed. She turned her head slightly and saw Pete laying beside her, still fully nude, the joint between his lips. His eyes were fixed on her, a lazy, satisfied grin playing on his lips. Candy cleared her throat softly, her voice still hoarse. "Hey, Big Pete," she mumbled, her eyes squinting against the dim light. "Why haven't you gone to sleep yet? What are you looking at?"

Pete gestured towards her exposed breasts, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Candy looked down at her breasts, realizing they had somehow slipped out from under the blanket while she was sleeping. She giggled, her puffy nipples brushing against the cool air, causing them to stiffen further. "Now how the hell did these get out?," she mused, her voice tinged with amusement. She reached up and cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Boing, boing, boing!" she exclaimed, jiggling her tits mockingly. Pete chuckled as Candy's big titties bounced and jiggled with her laughter.

Pete understood Candy was getting contact high due to the weed & that was making her more comfortable. His eyes never left her chest as she continued to play with her tits, teasingly squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. "Damn girl, dose things are fuckin' huge! An' still so perky an' soft," he said, his voice low and husky. "Gotta say, I'm glad ya okay with me stayin'. I'm likin' the view". He took another hit from the joint, the smoke curling around his head before he exhaled it towards Candy.

Pete extended the joint towards her, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Wan' some drags, baby? Dis some good shit," he said, his voice low and inviting. Candy looked at the joint, her hands still cupping her breasts, her fingers lightly tugging and tweaking her nipples. "I've never done weed," she admitted, her voice tinged with curiosity. Pete chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, "Well, now's da perfec' time to try, ain' it? It'll help with dem aches an' sores. Migh' even help ya sleep better," he added, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. Candy hesitated for a moment, then reached out with one hand, her fingers wrapping around the joint.

Candy took the joint to her lips with one hand and took some whiffs, her other hand still groping her tit. She started to cough a bit after a few drags, feeling a pleasant tingling sensation spreading through her body. "Whoa, smells like... skunk?" she asked, taking another whiff. "It's strong.", she said giggling. "Yup, it's some potent shit a'ight,", Pete chuckled, watching her sniff the joint & fondle herself.

As Candy smoked, she continued to grope and knead her tits, rolling and squeezing them in her hands. Her hard nipples poked through her fingers as she played with them.

A wave of desire crashed over Pete, his thick cock throbbing and pulsing with each heartbeat. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, leaving sticky trails on his heavy balls. He wanted nothing more than to grab Candy's hips and shove that tight little ass up against him, to grind his aching cock between her cheeks until she was begging for it. But he resisted, his self-control warring with his primal lust.

And despite his urges, Pete remained true to his word and turned his back to Candy, trying to focus on getting some rest.

As Pete drifted off to sleep, Candy continued to smoke the joint, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. The weed combined with her exhaustion from the past two days of debauchery, and she soon found herself lost in a hazy, dreamlike state.