Candy Unlocked 2

Candy's stomach flips when she catches her love tangled up with Lulu. Heat spikes straight between her thighs. Enough watching. She’s done holding back. Aislin senses it and laces their fingers, leading her down a dim corridor that smells of cedar and spice. A door clicks shut behind them. Low light spills over a wide chaise. Candy’s dress drops before they reach it. She climbs into Aislin’s lap, knees bracketing her hips, and grinds down slow, letting slick heat smear across skin. Aislin’s fingers sink into Candy’s ass, guiding each roll. Candy arches, breath breaking on soft curses, then lowers herself until nipples brush and tongues meet—wet, filthy, lingering. She rides with purpose now, working her cunt along the firm muscle of Aislin’s thigh, chasing the spark that spreads up her spine. Fingers push inside her next, two, then three, stretching and curling until Candy sobs and comes with a raw, helpless sound, thighs shaking, nails digging half-moons into Aislin’s shoulders.