It is time to finally fuck Candice Swanepoel?

Not yet, let's see just how much she really wants it

Observing that **** super model, you start to get ideas in your head. Both heads, actually.

"Wow, looking at you it would seem you really me, huh, miss Swanepoel"?

"I want you so bad, please..... please fuck me...." - She begs, rubbing her fingers on her snatch and showing you how sticky she is.

"But how could I possibly be sure?" - You tease her some more as you laugh at the scene in front of you. With her make up running down after the rough facefuck, Candice is so horny she can't help but suck her juices off her fingers like a nasty slut. - "Maybe this is just a trick to get me fired... who knows?" - You add, waiting to see what the little model will say.

"What?! Are you serious?! I need it... I need you right now.... c'mon!"

"I'm sorry, miss Swanepoel, but it just won't be possible right now."

"What do you mean? You don't want me?! I want you! Please?!" - She continues her pathetic begging.

"Well, I think you're alright." - Your position of power feels so good that you allow yourself to mock her, knowing you're speaking to one of the hottest girls in the world. - "But the thing is, I kinda need to pee and there's no bathroom here in the storage... so I think I'm gonna have to go up for a bit."

"NO!" - She yells, looking more and more like a dog in heat.

"Well, what do you suggest then, miss Swanepoel? I can't fuck you like this..."

Looking at your cock and licking her lips, Candice can't help herself. With an expression of disbelief she offers: