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(Candle Holder, continued...)
Aaron let out a little laugh and began to work the candle in and out of her hole, fucking her ass with it. Monique moaned as it violated her ass deeply; sliding way into her and then back almost out and then in again. She felt her pussy literally dripping cum out of it; the hot wax from the candle spilling over her lips and clit again and again, the pain so exquisite, so wonderful now.
She was shaking as he stroked her hair and calmed her. The orgasm had been so intense, she had forgotten where she was momentarily and the candle had nearly fallen over. As she clenched her pussy tight on it again it straightened back up and a little more wax trickled onto her.
At last Monique regained her composure and he kissed her back and rubbed her shoulder affectionately. She smiled and held the candles upright. Then she heard it. The sound of a match being struck. Then the acrid sulfur smell hit her.
He lit the candle in her ass and blew out the match and then nothing. He said nothing else, made no noise, didn’t touch her. For long minutes she waited for something to happen. She felt like time had stopped.
Then it happened all at once. The candle in Monique’s asshole dripped wax first and the hot liquid seared her and ran down her crack in both directions, onto her back and pussy. She jerked from the feeling. The candle in her cunt splashed more wax between her legs. She twitched in reaction and the candle in her ass spilled more, and then the one in her pussy
Both candles showered Monique with hot wax, she screamed and came and screamed until she didn’t know what she was doing any more. She cried out but didn’t hear any sound as her body shook and she tried so hard to keep the candles held up but more and more wax spilled. She was trembling, crying, cumming, she couldn’t stop any of it.
As she began to spin in her mind she forgot the world. Heat and being full and orgasms and fire filled her mind. She felt flames licking her all over and they were so good. They tickled her and set her on fire from the inside out. She screamed again as she spun in the air, just burning and loving it, the heat part of her.
Monique was curled in Aaron’s lap when she finally opened her eyes. Not burned . not on fire. She was crying or at least had been. He stroked her hair and kissed her gently. She snuggled her face into his chest and enjoyed his touches. His fingers were hot from the gloves he had taken off almost like little points of fire on her skin. She drifted off again