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.
Melted Teaching
The pool of wax rolled toward the rim of the candle’s glass. He inhaled, waiting and watching as I held his cock steady under the candle. The little flame is still flickering even at the odd new angle. “Kayla, wait.” His thighs tensed as we both watched. My hand was high above his cock, giving the wax time to cool before it splashed over his skin. A little fact my sweet man wouldn’t know.
He’d assume the wax would be as hot as the flame itself. Of course, I could bring the glass closer and give him that heat, but to start with, to ease him in, I hold the candle high and tilt it a fraction more. A small pin size drop of wax swells heavily before finally breaking off to splat over his hip. He’s panting. The anticipation was far worse than the reality. I smile at him, giving his cock a few praising strokes. “See? Trust me?” He nods. I can even see his body relax under me and I tilt the glass.
A small row of drips cross his pelvis, and he moans. Just like I knew he would. I stroke him again and then hold his base firmly. That throbbing cock is bobbing so much I wonder if I’ll miss my mark. The wax can be unpredictable when it spills.
I’m better than I give myself credit for. A perfect dime size amount of wax catches the side of his cock head, and the access wax dribbles downward toward my hand. Hardening as it does. He groans while watching the thin layer of wax suck his head as it dries. “Fuck.” He exhales, and the word is so sexy, I lean up to kiss the cuss of his mouth.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357