Tales of Erotic Beauty: bee armitage

bee armitage starts in complete darkness. Only her breathing guides you. Then a single match flares, illuminating her face inches from the flame. In bee armitage, 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 bee armitage. Wax drips slowly from a red candle onto her waiting breast; she exhales a shuddering moan that belongs only to bee armitage. Hot trails cross her chest, stomach, thighs—each drop making her wetter for bee armitage. When she finally lies back and spreads, the melted wax cracks with every movement in bee armitage. Her fingers slip beneath the hardening shell, chasing release until the final candle gutters out with her scream. bee armitage ends in perfect darkness again, but her afterglow burns behind your eyelids.