Intimate Stories from rose stella

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