Light My Fire 1

Hundreds of candles burning low. Shadows sliding over skin. Angel Wicky and Max Deeds move into each other like they’ve waited years for this one room. She peels her dress off, lets it drop, lets him see the mess between her thighs already. He grabs her, lifts her against the nearest wall, palm sliding over a breast, mouth on the hard nipple. Her hand reaches down, wraps his cock, strokes until he’s thick against her belly. They talk with bodies—her tongue dragging over his neck, his fingers pushing inside, finding her soaked. No hesitation, no talk. Just her legs locked at his back, him driving in hard, her teeth leaving marks while the candles spit and throw golden light across every sweat-glossed curve.