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🍬 Ashley — Candy Fantasy 🍬
Title: Whispers of Desire The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the bedroom walls as Ashley ran a trembling hand through her hair, her pulse quickening. Her boyfriend, Jake, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Ready for our little game?” he murmured, his voice low, teasing. Ashley nodded, her heart hammering. Tonight, they were diving into a roleplay she’d secretly craved—a fantasy where he was her stepdad, a man of authority whose forbidden allure made her knees weak. She’d never admit how many nights she’d lain awake, imagining his commanding touch. “Knock, knock,” Jake said, slipping into character effortlessly. His tone shifted, deeper, stern yet laced with warmth. “Your father asked me to check if you’ve finished your homework… or are you… distracted again?” Ashley bit her lip, moisture pooling between her thighs. She met his gaze, feigning innocence. “I-I was just… waiting for you, Dad.” The word slipped out, sultry and bold, and Jake’s eyes darkened. He crossed the room in two strides, fingers brushing her chin as he tilted her face up. “Naughty girl,” he whispered, thumb grazing her lip. His hand slid down her neck, over her collarbone, lingering at the hem of her shirt. “You know the punishment for disobedience, don’t you?” She shivered as he knelt, tugging her shirt over her head. His mouth followed the trail of his fingers, warm and insistent, nipping at her敏感 spot below her ear. Ashley arched into him, moaning softly as his palm pressed against her breast, thumb circling lazily. Foreplay was his specialty—slow, deliberate strokes that made her beg. “P-please,” she gasped when he nuzzled her neck, his beard scratching delightfully against her skin. “I need more…” Jake chuckled, rising to pin her against the bed. “Patience, pet,” he rasped, peeling off his shirt. His weight hovered just above her, teasing, as he kissed a path down her stomach, leaving her breathless. Ashley threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him where she needed him most. But Jake, ever the tease, hovered between her legs, whispering, “Say it. Say how bad you want it.” “Dad… please… take me,” she panted, and in that moment, the roleplay dissolved into raw, aching desire—the thrill of the game giving way to the love they both knew was the real truth. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the night stretching into whispers of I love you, and the sweet, shared unraveling of hearts as much as skin.