jc3 えろ starts in complete darkness. Only her breathing guides you. Then a single match flares, illuminating her face inches from the flame. In jc3 えろ, 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 jc3 えろ. Wax drips slowly from a red candle onto her waiting breast; she exhales a shuddering moan that belongs only to jc3 えろ. Hot trails cross her chest, stomach, thighs—each drop making her wetter for jc3 えろ. When she finally lies back and spreads, the melted wax cracks with every movement in jc3 えろ. Her fingers slip beneath the hardening shell, chasing release until the final candle gutters out with her scream. jc3 えろ ends in perfect darkness again, but her afterglow burns behind your eyelids.