Candles Burning Down

I prepared a cake and roses for her birthday.

Her face shimmered with anticipation, as if expecting today’s special ritual, and a faint smile played on her lips.

We entered the room and lightly embraced, exchanging two or three soft kisses.

My hands brushed her waist and breasts, and she gazed at me with tender, longing eyes.

I went into the bathroom first to shower, while she slowly undressed and lay on the bed, adjusting the indoor lighting.

After finishing my shower, I came out and stripped off all my clothes except my underwear, tossing them aside, then slowly slipped under the covers with her.

She wore only a bra and panties, shyly covered by a white sheet, lying there with modesty.

I whispered in her ear to take off her bra ahead of time.

Gently, I slid my hand beneath the sheet and pulled her close.

We began with light kisses, gradually deepening them, pressing our lips together and mingling our tongues.

Our tongues, saturated with desire, pushed into each other’s mouths, filling them with thick, lustful saliva.

My heart pounded irregularly, and my hand, urging desire, slipped behind her back, fumbling to unhook and remove her bra.

My starving eyes found her full breasts, excitement rising as the white mounds settled with a soft, jiggling motion, and

provoked a craving akin to the curves of her hips.

My increasingly excited nerves caused my cock to swell larger and harder.

Intermittently twitching at the tip, my glans already bulged with something urgent.

My sexual code, swollen with arousal, plunged into her sensual curves and soft breasts,

already squeezing a handful and kneading it firmly.

Then came deeper kisses and whispers in her ear...

The tongue in my lips pushed saliva into her earlobe, stimulating her sensitive nerves,

and the hot breath along with words of love made her tremble with convulsions.

The sweet movement of my tongue trailing down her neck began stimulating her plump nipples.

Like bursting flower buds, they rose, and I bit them with my lips, sucking and licking them fiercely.

I briefly pulled away from her, placing a small cake beside her head and lighting three candles.

It was a moment of mystical wonder and excitement, like a first night together.

I leaned back in, giving her a deeper kiss.

From the bouquet I’d prepared, I took the most vividly bloomed red rose and began drawing patterns on her body with it.

On the cake, the three candles burning for our ritual

dripped wax, hotter than semen and deeper in scent than arousal fluid.

The rose traced her slender neck, circled her sexy collarbone, drew a soft loop, then swept down her shoulders and underarms.

She tilted her head back slightly, mouth slightly open, as if sinking into a heavenly dream.

Her quietly closed eyes opened slightly, and her dark, intelligent gaze silently pleaded with me.

In a soft voice, I coaxed out her fantasy with sweet nothings sweeter than the saliva in my mouth, guiding the flower toward her chest.

The rose circled upward toward her breasts, gently stimulating her budding nipples.

She lay with both hands on the sheet, entranced, offering no resistance.

With one hand, I pulled the sheet covering her lower body down and slowly slid it aside.

Her sensual body, lit by the dim light, flushed a soft pink, further arousing lust.

I swallowed hard, staring at her voluptuous form.

The rose continued winding down her waist, hesitating several times,

then finally brushing past her pelvis, caressing her thighs, knees, pubic hair, and sliding into the inner thighs.

I carefully spread her thighs and pushed the flower deep, stroking from above down, then back up from below.

That deep place was already thoroughly wet, and with each stroke of the rose, it swelled further.

As she opened her legs wider in excitement, her glistening arousal fluid reflected the light like a galaxy in the night sky.

The flower, soaked in her arousal, pulled thick, cheese-like strands, glistening like dew-covered spiderwebs, luring me in.

I rubbed it deeper, soaking the flower completely in her wetness, again and again.

Then, pressing the damp petals to my face, I slowly savored their scent, beginning to taste their subtle, mysterious flavor with the tip of my tongue.

The flower, saturated with her arousal, emitted a moist glow and fragrance, drawing me deeper into a swamp of pleasure.

I placed the flower on the console beside the bed, blew out the cake’s candles, dipped my finger in cream, and began painting it across her body.

I applied it lightly around her full breasts, more generously on her perky nipples.

Then I placed a single red cherry from the cake in my mouth, soaked it in saliva, and pushed it into her flushed, open lips.

Our mouths, filled with lewd saliva charged with lust and appetite, thoroughly wet our tongues as we passed the cherry back and forth, dissolving slowly.

I dipped my fingers in more cake cream and began tracing from her breasts down her waist, sliding to her inner thighs and deep into her wetness.

As my fingertips precisely painted sweet cream over her body, she writhed in ecstasy, letting out intermittent moans.

The cream thickly coating my fingers melted whiter and sweeter than ejaculated semen, dripping onto her body.

I sucked the sweet cream from my fingers obscenely, gazing at her voluptuous body with lustful eyes.

After finishing painting her body, I finally began sucking her breasts.

Unable to suppress her excitement, her clenched teeth parted, and soft moans began to escape.

Pressing my lips hard against her full breasts, I sucked her nipples deep into my mouth.

With one hand, I rubbed her breasts, using the softness of the cream to further excite her.

I wanted to squeeze her chest tightly, but barely restrained myself, instead biting and licking her like sucking a candy, madly.

Her erogenous zone was concentrated in her breasts.

She twisted her thighs as if her whole body trembled, and the occasional cries and moans drove me to even more passionate caresses.

The sensation of her breasts in my mouth, the sweet taste of cream cake seeping from her nipples—this was the best oral sex I’d ever experienced.

While sucking her breasts, I reached down with one hand, soaked my fingers in her flowing arousal, smeared it on her nipples, then sucked it off and fed it to her.

Ah... her sticky taste drove me even madder.

I plunged my fingers into her vagina, soaked them thoroughly in arousal, then generously coated her chest with it.

Overcome with excitement, I closed my eyes, savoring the sticky taste, sensation, and scent, sinking deeper into arousal.

While my lips explored her breasts, one hand caressed and stroked the other breast,

squeezing and releasing her nipple with my fingers, leading her up the stairs to heaven.

We caressed and devoured each other’s bodies for a long time, tightly embracing and releasing, twisting our hips and thighs, sinking deeper into the swamp of pleasure.

I licked the cream melting from her waist, slowly moving down, circling her navel.

Then my face moved toward her shy pubic hair, my tongue wrapping around each strand, my lips feeling the delicate sensation.

Then I circled the deep area around her sex, began sucking and licking her inner thighs.

Her legs alternately opened and closed, then released thicker, more viscous arousal fluid with increasing intensity.

My nerve endings, seeing her wet depths, smelling her scent, tasting with my tongue, began to convulse wildly.

The scent of her soaked arousal, flogging my desire, made my breath quicken and my cock swell larger and stiffer,

as if it would ejaculate at any moment.

Driven by instinct, my lips and tongue plunged deeper,

spreading the inner flesh of her vulva apart, moving my tongue up and down, intoxicated by the fragrance and sweet taste of her arousal.

Her legs trembled faintly, then tightly squeezed my body with her knees.

Her irregular moans and her hypnotic gaze, begging me to go deeper, drove me into a more aggressive beast.

I thrust my tongue deep inside, scooping out the arousal gushing from within and pouring it into my mouth.

My arousal-soaked nose stimulated her clitoris further, indulging in its scent,

and the liquid soaking my lips ignited my sticky lust.

I placed my hands under her buttocks, beginning to lay her on her side.

Her buttocks, so voluptuous, captivated my eyes completely.

I pushed my tongue along the path into her depths, sliding into her anus.

I pushed my tongue into her arousal-soaked anus, sucking and rubbing it, while my hands endlessly kneaded it.

Finally, my hands, now drunk with pleasure, spread her buttocks wide, exposing her anus.

Her anus, tinged with a soft violet hue, looked so small and shy.

Without hesitation, I pushed my tongue into it, licking every part with its sensation, endlessly sucking and swallowing the flowing arousal.

Then my face returned to her deep sex, while my hands, unable to let go, continued rubbing her buttocks, squeezing and pinching with my fingers.

Her arousal-soaked area was an endless spring.

I sucked, licked, swallowed, and devoured the spring madly, preparing for penetration.

Only one final act of pleasure remained—her clitoris.

Matching the rising pitch of her moans, I pressed my lips close, wrapping my tongue around her clitoris, sucking it into my mouth, gently stimulating it with my teeth.

Her excitement surged through her entire body, her hands pulling my shoulders, craving something to fill her wet depths.

I intensified her moans, pouring all my strength into her clitoris.

I wrapped my tongue around it, licked up and down, then sucked it into my mouth madly, as if devouring it.

She moaned wildly, twisted her thighs, and trembled uncontrollably.

I filled my mouth with warm water and rinsed out her arousal from her soaked depths, sucking even harder.

Her buttocks thrashed wildly, her hips and thighs twisting again and again, until a long moan burst out.

My lips and tongue, playing with her deep inner flesh in the mix of warm water and panting arousal,

melted into her soul with sticky indulgence.

Finally, she pushed me down, let her long hair fall, and alternately sucked my chest and nipples.

I ran my hand through her hair, gazing at her expression, her lips and tongue, and her voluptuous, jiggling breasts, falling into voyeuristic ecstasy.

Her delicate fingertips tickled my shoulders and chest, slid down my waist, and approached my cock.

My heart felt like it would stop, breath catching in my throat.

I stroked her head again, watching as she took my cock into her mouth.

My cock, entering her mouth, went wild.

The thrilling sensation of being gripped by her supple lips, wrapped by her sweet tongue and saliva, clouded my mind with pleasure.

One of her hands slipped under my buttocks, tickling my anus, then slithered up like a snake, teasing my testicles.

She now laid my cock down and extended her tongue, licking it side to side.

Ah... watching that drove me insane.

Then, moaning, she rubbed her face against my stiff, sticky cock, as if it were about to erupt.

At that moment, visually overwhelmed by climax, I couldn’t hold back and ejaculated slightly.

I calmed my excitement and laid her back down.

Then I sucked her wet sex even more fiercely, kneading and licking her breasts and buttocks.

Soon, gasping for breath, she

pleaded in a moaning voice, "Baby, put it in, please put it in now..."

I slowly gazed at her, spread her legs wide, opened my hands, and slowly, very slowly, brought my cock to her entrance.

My cock, throbbing with bright blue veins, panted, twitching as if ready to ejaculate,

reaching her warm, wet depths, rubbing slightly, entering just a bit, teasing her with anticipation.

She tightly hugged my body, begging me to go deep.

I slid my cock completely inside, sinking into madness and ecstasy.

My cock, entering her warm, moist inner flesh, was completely sucked into that deep swamp, stickier than cheese, more viscous than olive oil.

Ah... a short cry escaped her, her hands flailed in the air, caressing my back, spreading her legs even wider.

I pushed the arousal coating my lips into her mouth, thrusting my tongue deep inside.

Then I began moving my hips up and down, stimulating her vaginal canal and clitoris along its path, entering sex.

My cock, swollen to bursting, grew slick with pleasure from the soft arousal coating the flower petals deep inside, clouding my mind.

The veins rising on my cock, like beating hearts, fanned my fall, gasping urgently, ready to burst.

I bit and sucked her nipples as if squeezing her breasts, moving my hips—sometimes powerfully, sometimes gently.

Her moans grew deeper, turning into animal-like whimpers,

her hands caressing my waist and buttocks, thrillingly brushing my anus, stroking my testicles.

My fallen hand also reached behind her waist, gripping and kneading her buttocks, pushing a finger into her arousal-soaked anus.

I repositioned my body, bracing my hands beside her shoulders, moving my hips up and down faster.

Like a sweetly melting candy bar, I wandered through the split depths of her sex, endlessly probing her clitoris and deep vagina.

Twice shallow, once slightly deeper, sweeping down,

then sliding completely deep, riding the arousal, and with her bursting moan, my nerve endings flared, swelling like a tightly filled balloon.

The knees between her thighs now pressed her inner thighs together,

my arms wrapped around her, rubbing and moving my body from above down.

As passionate breaths expelled excitement, I pressed tightly against her voluptuous body and emptied everything inside her.

Like planting a log deep in mud and rowing side to side, my cock rubbed every part of her deep insides, making the split flesh spurt arousal.

Soon, intoxicated with excitement, she pushed me down and climbed on top.

Her face, dripping with sweat, was flushed red with lust.

She threw her long hair back, becoming the dominant one.

She deeply sucked my chest, caressed my shoulders and chest with her hands, pinching my nipples with her fingers.

I tightly gripped her buttocks with both hands, slightly raised my body, and pushed one hand deep into the cleft, rubbing her anus.

Like waking from hypnosis, her body writhed as if sleep-talking, going wild like a cat in heat.

Her jiggling breasts filled my eyes completely.

Her eyes, already glazed, looked at me through narrowed, aroused brows.

My hands caressed and squeezed her breasts, raised my torso to suck her nipples, enjoying the sticky feast of her wet body,

our bodies mixing sticky flesh deeper into the swamp of pleasure.

Under the moonlight, the animalistic cries of moaning grew rougher, and when her head tilted back, a full handful of

jiggling breasts looked too voluptuous and delicious before my eyes.

Then, with a single scream, she clutched her head...

She had finally reached the peak of orgasm.

I laid her back down, left with the aftershocks of orgasm, spread her legs, raised her knees to the sides, and knelt before her.

I paused, looking at my cock.

It, gasping for breath as if suffocating from her inner flesh, was begging to ejaculate, soaked in arousal.

The flower petals of her orgasm-soaked inner flesh...

Her beautiful, arousal-drenched sex and inner flesh drooled with flirtatiousness.

After catching my breath, I pushed my cock back into her depths.

Then, slowly rising and sitting, I began moving up and down, stimulating her deeply.

She moaned again, excitement rising, casting a more aggressive spell on me.

My cock, nearly mad, furiously tore through her sex, soaking everything in arousal.

I pushed deeper, harder, pumping relentlessly, tearing through her more roughly.

Then, a tremor rose from my toes, raced up my spine, entered my ear nerves on both sides,

and a sensation sharper than sourness filled my mouth with a flood of pleasure saliva.

I wanted to pour my semen deep, deep into her.

Squeezing her inner thighs, the swollen glans pressing into her pink inner flesh began spurting milky white semen.

As the semen poured out, my swollen cock heaved like vomiting water, and the expanded glans repeatedly dilated and contracted, gasping for breath.

I tightly embraced her, kissed her sweat-soaked face,

bit her swollen lips, and passed the saliva filling my mouth into hers.

Then I whispered "I love you..." into her ear, breathing warm air, and slowly brushed her tangled hair.

After sharing the lingering heat for a while, we took another shower and lay down together.

She was already wearing the khaki robe I had given her.

So beautiful, so sexy...

Her voluminous, sensual curves, like a Greek sculpture, outshone even Venus.

Her bursting breasts seemed ready to pop out at any moment, and her full waist and thighs, like a medieval nude painting, drew sensual curves that excited me again.

What drove me even more sexually wild was her slightly protruding lower belly... I found that soft fold incredibly sexy.

But she dislikes it when I touch that spot.

I held her again, sitting on the bed.

A mirror reflected her back.

I began lifting her soft robe from the bottom upward.

Through the mirror, I saw her white thighs...

And her full buttocks, driving me even madder...

My hand swept the robe up and down several times, gazing at her flesh in the mirror, growing excited.

Especially when my hand tore into the cleft of her buttocks in the mirror, I felt I might go insane.

I laid her back on the bed, pushing the robe up to her chest.

Then slowly, I caressed her entire body with my hands, knelt between her thighs, and gazed at her deep inner flesh.

Deliberately ignoring her shyness, I spread her thighs wider to see her depths more clearly.

Her small, pretty clitoris and the two delicate petals covering the vaginal opening...

I slowly opened the petals with my fingers.

She twisted her thighs, pouting as if protesting.

Carefully, I brought my lips close, pushed my tongue inside, and spread the petals apart.

The pink inner flesh opened, gradually growing wet.

I brought my nose close to it.

Her arousal scent was overpowered by my semen, but I closed my eyes tightly and slowly licked it with my lips.

Less arousal flowed than before, but as I licked her wetness, I fell into a state of ecstasy.

I never feel ashamed or embarrassed by any oral act I perform for her.

Because in sex, the person matters more than the act.

I make love for someone I love, so in that moment, I simply want to be as primal and as fallen as possible.

She became captive to my aggressive lips, stretching her arms back, tilting her head, and moaning sensually.

As her moans rose to breathless cries, soaring and plunging through dizzying heights, her white thighs and buttocks lifted higher,

and finally, boldly spreading her legs, she burst open the flower completely.

Her small bud, soaked with dew, endlessly dripping, clung to the deep, deep night,

and in the wet bed, the swamp of oral pleasure, she finally released her soul.