So now it was time for her special treat, a new but oh so delicious amateur swinger torment he knew she had secretly wanted to try.
Hot wax!
While he spoke his hands had been gently amateur swinger rubbing scented oil into her back, the amateur swinger cheeks of her arse and her thighs, and he felt her skin shiver at the touch, the almost imperceptible tensing of her muscles amateur swinger, heard her breath more deeply.
The oil spread to form a amateur swinger sheen over her sensitive skin, he almost amateur swinger hoped she would say stop, not wanting to spoil the flawless body he craved amateur swinger even by accident, but he could feel, see and hear how she craved wax as much as he craved her.
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Fire and Ice...
Senses in overdrive, she leaned toward the sound of the struck match, the smell of sulphar and new burnt tallow.
But he moved silently, the element of suprise all his.
He could see her straining amateur swinger to hear amateur swinger him, not knowing where the first hot drip would land, the muscles tensing amateur swinger along her back in anticipation, breathing heavily, lungs almost at bursting point.
And he was becoming lightheaded himself, trying not to let his own breath give the amateur swinger game away.
Arm raised as high above her as he could reach, he tilted the candle gently and watched the first drips fall through the air, landing in a line across her shoulder blades.