The Last Supper: Ingesting Desire

The room is filled with the scent of candle wax and the soft hum of a vibrator. The bound woman, her body glistening with sweat, watches as her lover approaches, a wicked smile on his face. He holds a single candle, the flame flickering ominously. 'Are you ready?' he asks, his voice low and dangerous. She nods, her heart pounding in her chest. He drips the hot wax onto her skin, watching her squirm and moan. He follows each trail with his tongue, lapping up the wax, his hands exploring her body. He pauses at her clit, his mouth hovering just above it. 'Now,' he says, his breath hot on her pussy, 'it's time to taste you.'

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