Candie Cross knows her place – on her knees for my **** at a moment's notice. She showed up in those casual jeans, flashed her bra like the obedient **** she is, and I took what I wanted. No stripping required; just her lips wrapped around my shaft in a slow, teasing rhythm that had me throbbing. I controlled every second, savoring the submissiveness as she worked me dry. Ended with a thick ******* across her face, letting it drip as she walked out. Good ***** don't wipe; they wear my mark.