Picture my fingertips gliding over tense muscle, warm candle wax pooling on bare skin, and the slick slide of oil between bodies. I start with him first – my hands working his shoulders, teasing him with every touch. But when she takes her place on the table? That’s when the real games begin. Watch me pour molten wax down her spine, my nails digging possessively into her hips as the scent of vanilla and lust fills the air. Every stroke is a promise – of release and of submission. Will you resist the pull of this oily, wax-drenched fantasy… or let me melt your resolve?