Candy looks so tempting. Just drop your pants and thrust in. Great fun and she can't do a thing to stop you. Still, you are on a deadline, and you had best not take any chances. So she is going to be a snack instead.

She is just as helpless to stop that as you grab her feet and lift them out of the stirrups, and into your mouth. Moreover, she was not expecting anything of the sort and doesn't start to protest until you have swallowed her feet completely.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Rather a dumb question. Not only can't you answer with your mouth full of her calves, but it is perfectly obvious you are chowing down on her. In one definition at least, Candy does not qualify as fast food. Slow as molasses in January maybe. Well, maybe you are being overcritical. This is the first time she has been eaten after all. Still, you doubt she is going to be an honor student.

She is going to be an excellent meal however, despite her efforts to stop you. But you got her into a vulnerable position and she doesn't know how to slow you down, much less stop you, and she might as well be the imperilled heroine futilely yelling and flailing around on some movie set, only this time, it's the hero that is the threat and there will be no rescue.

There will be time for a little fun and games as you reach the apex of her legs and start to caress her vitals. She relaxes, under some delusion that you just have a perverted idea of how to have sex with her, not to digest her, and comes to a gasping completion.
She gets disillusioned quickly as you devour those tender hips and start work on her torso. Her flailing hands are an annoyance, so you grab them and shove them in your mouth too, working them on top of her mound, where she seems to have no idea of how to enjoy herself [stupid steak].
Her lovely breasts tempt you into another delay as you try to get her to climax again, but she is so fixated on your eating her that you just can't get her quite over the top. You can feel her energy build up, but she is keeping it bottled up. Finally you give up and resume swallowing, and now she comes. Apparently she lost her last hope and relaxed enough for the explosion to happen.

Now there is nothing left of her except her head, and then only a pair of sad, terrified puppy-dog eyes that stare at you in desperate appeal for mercy. So pitiful... You can't stand to look at them...

So you close your eyes. A quick set of swallows and that is taken care of. A moment later she is a ball of meat in your belly, ready for digestion.

Now to check on the nurse... Yes, she has reformed as predicted, and you had best swallow her before she wakes. So head first? Or feet?