Tales of Erotic Beauty: "whopper hopper"

whopper hopper starts in complete darkness. Only her breathing guides you. Then a single match flares, illuminating her face inches from the flame. In whopper hopper, she lights dozens of candles one by one, each spark revealing more bare skin. By the time the room glows golden, she’s naked and kneeling in the center of whopper hopper. Wax drips slowly from a red candle onto her waiting breast; she exhales a shuddering moan that belongs only to whopper hopper. Hot trails cross her chest, stomach, thighs—each drop making her wetter for whopper hopper. When she finally lies back and spreads, the melted wax cracks with every movement in whopper hopper. Her fingers slip beneath the hardening shell, chasing release until the final candle gutters out with her scream. whopper hopper ends in perfect darkness again, but her afterglow burns behind your eyelids.