Tell Candice you’re hard now, and take her out to her car

“Patrick can go eat a dick,” you say, grabbing her by the waist. At your immense height, you tower over her and you can tell she’s getting aroused at your touch. “I need to fuck.”

“Yes sir,” she coos, and you grin. You take her to the back of her car and get in first, letting her slide her big fast ass over your lap on her way in.

“See how hard my nipples are?” she says, and you can see through her shirt that she’s right.

“They’re so sensitive, I need you to suck on them.”

You pull off her shirt and slip her breasts out of her bra. Candice’s pale white milkers pop out, the nipples sliding against the stubble on your face on their way to your mouth.

“Fuck,” she moans. You slide your hand around her stomach and down the waist of her leggings. In the warmth between her legs, she’s dripping wet. You suck on each breast with **** as you begin to insert a finger inside her snatch.

She’s melting like putty in your hand, and you feel her quivering arm reach towards your own sweatpants. She slides a hand down into your crotch and squeezes your rock hard dick.

“Jesus, it’s so big. I’ve been dreaming about it all week and I still didn’t remember how big it is.”

You’re leaking precum, so she wipes the tip of your cock with a finger and raises it to her mouth.

“I need to suck this cock,” she says.