Backstage with Candy

We've known each other for years, Candy and I, yet I never tasted her. Tonight she spreads her thighs across my face like a gift I've finally unwrapped. The first slow lick meets warm, silken folds. Her scent is sugar and musk. I drag my tongue through each wet crease, savoring every secret inch. Candy moans, presses closer, and my mouth fills with her sweetness. Short, greedy sucks pull at her swollen clit while two fingers slide deep inside, curling until she gasps my name. The rhythm builds, slick and relentless, until her hips rock hard against my tongue and she comes undone, melting into my mouth like the promise her name suggests.