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“Open your mouth with one gay joke and I rip your dick off. Swear to the Goddess.” Jax laughed. Real laugh. Even through the pain. The warriors sniggered behind us. I smirked. “If you can joke, you’re fine.” Before he could answer, I gripped him, pulled out a disinfectant and poured it into his healing wound. Jax howled. Body jerked as he tried to stifle the pain. He collapsed back, panting. “That’s for disobeying a direct order,” I said. Voice low. “And almost dying on me.”

The cold air of the room hits both of my exposed holes at the exact same time. "Remember your safeword, baby girl." My heart gives a violent, echoing slam against my ribs, and I nod my head quickly as a sudden drop of liquid hits the top of my ass crack. A massive wave of déjà vu washes over me. It is an intensely hot, yet warm sensation that seems to spread wide, instantly burning every single nerve ending in my skin. Another searing drop hits my left ass cheek, followed immediately by another on the right. The drops are successive, rapid drip. Making my heartrate hot and rapid. Giving my overstimulated brain absolutely zero time to process the sensation, but I recognize the material instan

Hot wax rained down across my back, my ass and my tits, Meanwhile the dildo kept fucking me harder “Don’t you dare come yet, you pathetic cum-factory,” Lila warned slapping my face“If you squirt without permission we’ll whip that sloppy cunt raw and start the wax all over again.” I cried in frustration. Sweat poured down my body, mixing with the wax and my own juices. The rope kept falling across my wax tits and ass, sending fresh pain through me. The strap-on woman finally gave started increasing her speed and my tits started swinging

Each drop made her moan and arch, her pussy clenching visibly. When the wax cooled, I peeled it off slowly, kissing every red mark I’d left. Then I moved to the impact toys.

He groaned softly unbuckling his belt. He guided himself to her entrance without wasting a moment, pushing in deep. The sudden invasion made her cry out softly both in pleasure and in sweet pain. The wax on her body slid and shifted with her movements as the jerking made the wax on her body ripple. He groaned in fascination as her bosoms bounced with each thrust. He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder. The wax on her skin started to melt sensually from the heat of their bodies, making them both slick and slippery. Daniel yanked her body at him, making her sit and watch the part where their bodies were joined.

she said. "That in like 30 minutes!" I exclaimed. "Yup, make sure to clean up, you wouldn't our waxer to see shit in your ass." She smiled before leaving my room. I stood up and ran to the bathroom, taking with me a pack of baby wipes. I came out to see Zoe on my bed. "Let's go." She said, "It's like 15 minutes away from here." At the wax parlor, the waxer told me to take off my pants and underwear and get clean then she left the room to give me some privacy. I was a little uncomfortable at first but... no I'm still uncomfortable.

I ask. He nods and I pour the wax onto his back. He moans in delight and grabs at his clothes that I made him strip, twisting his jeans tightly in his hands, “MMM,” he groans. I watch as the wax hardens and I step onto his back, watching it crack and the heel stabbing him. He moans louder with each step and once all this wax is broken, I grab another candle and a new set of heels, like I always used to do.

"The Golden Wolf and the Silver Prince. Covered in my wax, my marks, and my spit. You are exactly what you deserve to be." She stepped over them, her heels clicking toward the door. "You may go. Try not to let Sophie see the mess you’ve become." The door clicked shut. A heavy, suffocating silence returned to the room. For a long time, neither man moved. They lay there in the dark, the wax hardening on their skin, the humiliation of the spitting feeling like a permanent stain. They were pathetic, and they knew it. As they finally began to scrape the wax off with trembling fingers, their eyes met.

The wax flowed lazily, branching out in streams, pooling momentarily in the dips between his muscles before continuing its descent towards his navel. Carver's breath hitched as the wax made contact, his body arching slightly. Every droplet was a burst of sensation, a momentary flare of heat that cooled quickly, leaving a trail of solidified wax in its wake. The play of temperature — from the warmth of the wax to the cooler touch of air — made his nerve endings sing. The sensation, combined with Ava's unwavering presence, was intimate, raw, and deeply emotional.

He has me relaxed and at ease, just as a burning hot pain lands against my chest, making me scream. "Shhh… Don't make me gag you, little mate," he mumbles against my mouth. "It hurts!" I scream, squirming away from the heat, but it's already starting to cool down. Wax. He just dripped fucking candle wax on me!