Hard candy

Candy showed up like a mistake you plan on making again—twenty-two, blond, and still holding herself like someone who never learned what her ass could take. Kathia had her naked on the sheets inside an hour, and her boyfriend was already running his thumb along the tight ring nobody had opened yet. They went slow at first. Lube, fingers, whispers. Candy’s knees drew up when the second finger worked past the muscle, breath catching on the stretch, but she didn’t pull away. Kathia talked her through it in a low voice, telling her what was about to happen, how good it could feel once they pushed past the burn. When Kathia’s boyfriend lined up and started easing his cock inside, Candy’s mouth stayed open like she’d forgotten how to close it, eyes wide, pinned between fear and hunger. Every slow thrust made her smaller noises turn into one long broken sound. They kept her on her back so she could watch everything—Kathia stroking the cock sliding out of Candy’s ass, the wet head gleaming, then pressing back in. She got used to the drag, then the grind. Before long she was pushing to meet each push, pretty cunt glistening untouched between her spread thighs. When he pulled out and moved up to Kathia’s waiting mouth, Candy followed without being told. She leaned in while Kathia spread herself open, hole pulsing, and cleaned the head off with her tongue. They traded him back and forth until he couldn’t hold it; he came across Kathia’s ass, thick ropes sliding down the gape he’d made. Candy stayed right there. She licked up what she could reach, then pressed her mouth to the loosened rim and sucked, tongue working every trace of cum from inside. Kathia groaned, hips twitching while the younger girl finished what her boyfriend had started. Candy didn’t leave a single drop behind.