She takes charge of the second round

"Finally!" Meat exclaimed, his voice low and triumphant as he shifted their position, his hands gripping Candy's hips firmly. "I thought that wimp wouldn't stop," he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. He increased his ****, thrusting into her from behind with a sideways motion, each stroke more intense than the last. Candy, her mind still reeling from the earlier guilt, turned her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for trying to calm me down when Andy was being rude to me," she said, her words tinged with gratitude.

Meat's response was gruff, his laced with a mixture of amusement and irritation. "It was nothing, baby", he said, his words clipped as he thrust deeper, his hands tightening on her hips. "That fucking white wimp made my new white wife cry on our wedding night. I oughtta kick him in the ass if I can." Candy's giggle was soft, a melodic sound that contrasted sharply with the tension still lingering in the air. To her, there was something undeniably romantic about his possessive anger, the way he claimed her as his own even as she carried another man's ring on her finger, while on the phone with him.

Candy's lips curved into a playful smile as she whispered, "Let me get on top, hubby. I'll ride you good while you can have a go at my boobies with your mouth. How does that sound?" She winked at him, her eyes sparkling with desire. Meat's approval was immediate, his hands gripping her hips as he shifted their positions without breaking their intimate connection. Now on top, Candy began to bounce on his cock, her movements steady and deliberate. She leaned forward, her large breasts dangling invitingly in front of Meat's face, tempting him to take them in his mouth.

Meat’s lips clamped down on her right nipple with a ferocity that sent shivers coursing through Candy’s frame. His mouth created a vacuum-like suction, pulling in not just the nipple but a generous portion of her breast, the pressure bordering on pain but tipping into exquisite pleasure. Candy’s orgasm erupted with a **** that left her breathless, her body trembling as she rode Meat with a wild abandon, her hips bucking like a woman possessed. The world around her melted away, Andy and AJ fading into obscurity as Meat’s name became the only coherent thought in her mind, a mantra of desire and surrender. Yet, even as she peaked, a shadow crept into the edges of her consciousness—a fleeting image of Bodie, his lanky features and formidable presence stirring a restless yearning that she couldn’t quite ignore, a reminder that her heart, much like her body, was a battleground of conflicting desires.

As Candy continued to bounce on Meat, his hands landed firmly on her ass cheeks, each spank resonating through the room. The sharp slaps mixed with the wet sounds of their intense lovemaking, creating a symphony of passion and control. "That's it, baby, ride that black cock like you never could do with your white hubby", Meat kept motivating her with dirty comments. Candy's mind, however, drifted back to the memory of Bodie, the chiseled feature of his black cock and commanding presence igniting a fire within her. She recalled the secrecy of their encounter, the thrill of kissing his cock while Meat was out, and how it had left her dripping with desire.

Meat's breath came in ragged gasps as he arched his back, his hands clenching Candy's hips with a **** that left faint bruises. "I'm coming, tittygirl," he suddenly growled, his voice low and guttural, "get ready for a splooge missile." With a final, powerful thrust, he unleashed his cum deep into Candy's womb, the warmth spreading through her as her own orgasm peaked. She felt his semen mingle with the layers already inside her, a primal satisfaction washing over her as she smothered his face with her tits, her pussy clenching around his cock as tightly as it could. She lost control of her body as it convulsed over Meat's sweaty body, his black pipe depositing the fresh loads in her wanton pussy for the second time since they got 'married'.