Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
His cock stood tall for me as I begin teaching him about wax play, my small hands curling around the shaft to stroke him. I looked up his body in time to see his eyelids flutter. He’d had such a long day, making so many important decisions. Now was my time to take all of his choices away from him. Time to make him just FEEL. My lips pressed to his swollen cock head. A few more strokes of his shaft and his brain would be as melted as the wax. A few more strokes and I could do whatever I wanted with him.
His hips lifted into my hand as I slowed the movement of my fist. Lifting the candle, his eyes got wide. “No,” he pleaded softly, I think just to hear himself say so because he made no move to stop me.