Loving The Hot Wax on My Body

I slipped into bed, lit the red candle, and let the anticipation build. The first drop of hot wax hit my skin, and I gasped—it stung just enough to turn me on even more. Slowly, I tilted the candle again, watching the wax drip over my breasts, down my stomach, painting me in heat and pleasure. My fingers traced the hardened lines as I moaned, feeling the fire build inside me. There’s something about mixing pain with pleasure that drives me wild… and I want you to watch it all.