Happy new decade...¿---Text:

A move worthy of the worst possible version of Ebenezer Scrooge, breaking up with your girlfriend just as the year ends.

Candice didn’t only do that, she did it via a WhatsApp message, after having dumped her to go to a party by posting a pic of herself sticking out her tongue as she showed her sexy new year dress.

“Wish me a happy New Year, bitch! This booty is free again to choose!” she wrote underneath the picture.

Although this was needlessly evil, she might not have ever suffered the consequences of her actions, as the girl she had just made her ex was actually the opposite of her: Calm, caring and reasonable.

She knew they were doomed to break-up and really had no hard feelings when she saw the pic, after all, she had always preferred to stay home while Candice always wanted to go out.

So she gave her her final good wishes back as an answer before letting her go.

“Sure! Wish you all the best! I hope you can always be essential to the party! ^^”

One wish made with pure honesty.

Another of raw greed.

They both synced with the countdown of not just the year, but also of the decade.

Candice came out of the bathroom as the countdown reached its climax, the whole party had their backs turned as she smiled, raised her arms to cheer, before a twist in her groin, she felt the greatest pleasure she ever felt and it extended all over her existence.

…

She just very softly exploded.

Clothes, panties and phone instantly collapsed on top of her shoes as she became a cloud of several hundred pieces of golden and red confetti.

The confetti flew all over the place as people celebrated, laughed and danced, every rubbing of every piece was as conscious as the whole and to Candice it felt as if every one was her nipples, her clitoris or both.

Every rub was pure pleasure, the movement of the air made it move all over the place and Candice’s mind was lost in the flow, the clouds of confetti sometimes formed vague silhouettes of a naked woman, hugging from behind, rubbing the ladies boobs, kneeling in front of their crotches.

Candice hated it, she wanted her life back, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt... and that made it hard for her to remember herself...

The after party began to chill as the confetti stopped moving.

“Where’s that girl... You know... Candase? I haven’t seen her all night...”

“Who cares? She’s a bitch, don’t ruin the mood!”

“Yeah, but wasn’t this party like her idea?”

“So what? You know what I’m thinking? I’m gonna sweep this confetti into a bag and use her in like every party... Uh... Her? Man, I’m drunk as shit.”

“You know what? That sounds super weird and odd, but it is a great idea!”

The confetti shivered slightly down on the floor.







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