16-04-2022, 07:22 AM
Hem took her fingers out, which was all wet and covered with her own juices. Not wanting it to touch her bed sheets, she sucked on her fingers, cleaning off any slight sex scent she might leave behind. Turning over, she reaches for the 8-inch candle, its diameter is about three quarters of an inch. The color is red, hot like her passion. But the candle itself is cold, but she likes that even better. With haste, Hem took her panties and pushes it down to her ankles, she feels the luxurious sheets wrapped around her thighs. She paused, enjoying the sensations.
On her back, her legs spread apart, her left hand making an opening on her slit, she takes the candle and gently slides it in her. The pressure it made inside her blew away the fingers that was once inside. With only 3 inches in, her body weakly tried to reject the foreign member. More. The pressure deepened when it reached 5 inches. Indeed she is tight and small, her virgin body will soon learn how to handle the member completely submerged in her.
Hem hits a pulsating sensation that caused her not to push the candle in any deeper. Easy there Hem, pull out, pull out. She did, but without the presence of the candle, she felt empty. Again Hem inserts the candle back in, more relaxed this time. It didn't go deeper, but she pushed on that sensation, deep inside her. It caused electricity to run around her stomach and spine. Her back arched as she takes the candle in and out, faster and harder every time. Not brushing as much to her clit, she only felt the fullness the candle was providing.
But Hem wanted more than the meekly 5 inches that she can push into herself, she wanted more force, and she realizes that lying down won't 'force' her to push the candle in deeper. An idea hit her. With the candle still in her, about 3 inches protruding out of her, she sits up, her legs to her side, as if she's going to straddle someone, but she's sitting on her bed.
Hem decides that she will sit on the candle, having her weight on her the candle, she was going to feel the pleasurable pain the candle will provide her with. Raising her buttocks up in the air, Hem slid right onto the candle, her left hand holding the base, while her right hand held onto the pillow as her support. Her silky black hair sticks to her moist back, and face. Hem can smell the slight strawberry scent of the shampoo. Gravity pulled her down to the candle, she strongly sense its presences in her, pushing in her hard.
Hem moans, a tiny, squeaky moan that was let out of her mouth, slightly opened, sweat running down her face, she desired more than the candle. The pain that she felt was heavenly, her tight virgin hole has never felt so full and completed in her entire life. Taking the 7 inches of the candle in, she wanted to bounce on it, watching her breasts bounce up and down; she can only pretend that his groping hands are on it. In and out, faster she went, she looked so perfect, riding on the candle.
Still sitting on the candle, knowing that she is about to explode with orgasm, she pushes herself down so hard that the candle got lost in her. All 8 inches, she felt as if she was torn, but it felt so damn good she no longer cares whether her juices flowed all over the damn sheets.
On her back, her legs spread apart, her left hand making an opening on her slit, she takes the candle and gently slides it in her. The pressure it made inside her blew away the fingers that was once inside. With only 3 inches in, her body weakly tried to reject the foreign member. More. The pressure deepened when it reached 5 inches. Indeed she is tight and small, her virgin body will soon learn how to handle the member completely submerged in her.
Hem hits a pulsating sensation that caused her not to push the candle in any deeper. Easy there Hem, pull out, pull out. She did, but without the presence of the candle, she felt empty. Again Hem inserts the candle back in, more relaxed this time. It didn't go deeper, but she pushed on that sensation, deep inside her. It caused electricity to run around her stomach and spine. Her back arched as she takes the candle in and out, faster and harder every time. Not brushing as much to her clit, she only felt the fullness the candle was providing.
But Hem wanted more than the meekly 5 inches that she can push into herself, she wanted more force, and she realizes that lying down won't 'force' her to push the candle in deeper. An idea hit her. With the candle still in her, about 3 inches protruding out of her, she sits up, her legs to her side, as if she's going to straddle someone, but she's sitting on her bed.
Hem decides that she will sit on the candle, having her weight on her the candle, she was going to feel the pleasurable pain the candle will provide her with. Raising her buttocks up in the air, Hem slid right onto the candle, her left hand holding the base, while her right hand held onto the pillow as her support. Her silky black hair sticks to her moist back, and face. Hem can smell the slight strawberry scent of the shampoo. Gravity pulled her down to the candle, she strongly sense its presences in her, pushing in her hard.
Hem moans, a tiny, squeaky moan that was let out of her mouth, slightly opened, sweat running down her face, she desired more than the candle. The pain that she felt was heavenly, her tight virgin hole has never felt so full and completed in her entire life. Taking the 7 inches of the candle in, she wanted to bounce on it, watching her breasts bounce up and down; she can only pretend that his groping hands are on it. In and out, faster she went, she looked so perfect, riding on the candle.
Still sitting on the candle, knowing that she is about to explode with orgasm, she pushes herself down so hard that the candle got lost in her. All 8 inches, she felt as if she was torn, but it felt so damn good she no longer cares whether her juices flowed all over the damn sheets.
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