the naughty inlaw: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Love

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