“Oh god, Candice…”
“Are you going to cum?”
All of a sudden, Candice hops off again.
“Oh no, I forgot about dinner!”, she said as she strutted away to the sink away.
“Candice… Oh fuck, I’m fucking cumming.”
I sat there, my cum shooting out on myself. Candice put on an apron, and slowly walked over. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she leaned forward and gave me a kiss on my forehead.