The Romance of popping her cherry

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