Wax On Wax Off Gif Novels & Stories

“No—don’t—” The first drops of hot wax landed on her left nipple. She shrieked, body bucking wildly against the chains, shame and agony written all over her flushed face. I dripped more across her breasts and belly, then spread her outer pussy lips wide with my fingers and poured a thin, steady stream of scalding wax directly onto her clit and all over her exposed folds. “Enzo—fuck—ahhh!” Her scream was guttural and broken as the burning wax coated her most sensitive flesh. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her pussy clenched visibly, pushing out more slick arousal that mixed with the cooling wax.

But the wax is specially formulated for this and the pain vanishes in a second, replaced by a dull, throbbing warmth as the wax hardens on my skin. "Beautiful," he whispers. He drips another drop. Then another. He paints a pattern of red wax across my stomach, my thighs, the tops of my breasts. The contrast is maddening. The lingering ghost of the ice against the sudden, sharp bite of the fire. My nerves are misfiring, confused, overloaded. I’m charged up, sparking at the edges. He sets the candle down. "Now," he says, his voice dropping to a gravelly register that vibrates in my bones. "Let’s see how desperate I can make you."

“Jace.” Another splash of hot wax. This time he traced the drop with ice. She gyrated, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her legs together and rub her clit between her swollen labia to get off. “Hold still.” “I’m trying.” She gasped. “This makes me want you.”

“Yeah, it’s hard.” He positioned himself to remove the wax. “Stay still—I’m taking it off now.” Sera nodded and gripped the bedsheets, bracing herself for pain. She wasn’t wrong—there was a sharp sting as he slowly peeled the wax away. “U-Uhh! S-Slow down, Lu—ahh! Nngh!” Lucian was sweating now, biting back curses as he listened to the breathy sounds falling from her lips. It was so f-cking erotic.

I felt his fingers now smearing my own arousal, and the melted wax, over my slit in circular motions. My body trembled and arched against his touch, helpless to the spell he was weaving over me. “Who does this pussy belong to, Evelina?” He growled out above me. “Y-you…it’s yours, Gabe,” I breathed out, screaming in pleasure when more hot wax dripped onto my pussy, trailing between my folds. I lifted my hips trying to enjoy more of the sensation. He let the wax travel between my quivering folds, pushing the side of the candle against my clit.

The wax hardened in cooling streaks across my skin while fresh pain blooms everywhere the drops land. The wax man moved to my ass, tilting the candle so crimson rivers ran down my crack, coating the stretched ring still leaking from earlier use. A few drops hit the base of the thrusting cock as it pistons in and out….sizzling faintly against the slick silicone. “Dirty little pain-slut,” the leashed man sneered, yanking the nipple chain again while cranking the wand higher. “Look at you…clamped, waxed, fucked stupid. You’re gonna come again before we’re done painting you.”

Sandra forced herself to breathe, closing her eyes as the woman washed her underarms with a strong-smelling alcohol and lavender liquid, drying the skin with a soft towel, then dusted her skin with powder. “Here we go,” she said as she spread a layer of warm, sticky goo across her skin. Sandra wrapped her fingers around the bar and screwed her eyes closed, bracing herself for the unknown. Rochelle smoothed a soft piece of cloth across the warm wax, quickly jerking it off in one fluid movement. Sandra screeched loudly, her fingers wrapping around the bar tighter to prevent from jumping off the table. “Not so bad, eh?” Rochelle laughed, joined in by the deep chuckle from Creighton

Soft music played and my best friend had cleared out everyone else so it was just us and her two best technicians. “Relax, babe,” Patricia said, watching as one of the girls spread warm wax over my pussy. “This is step one. Getting rid of all that neglected shit.” I winced as the first strip came off, but the pain felt good somehow. Like I was shedding old skin. They waxed me completely smooth -- pussy, ass, everything. When they finished, one of the girls, a tall muscular guy named Rico, poured warm oil all over my body. His hands were strong, like really.. strong and bold.

I almost laughed, it was forcing its way out of my throat, but I pushed it back down. I opened my mouth in an attempt to protest, to strongly decline but Vress, having noticed that, raised one finger and moved it slowly side to side. "Uhn uhn." He said, his voice still pleasant and levelled like he knew just how the conversation was going to end, how I was going to give in to him at the end. "All you have to do is nod like a good girl and do what I say." He paused for a moment. "Or your tape sees the light of day.”

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