This tattooed Puerto Rican has candles lined up next to the Christmas lights, carols playing low while he gets ready. He’s already hard, uncut, waiting for the wax to melt right.
He tips the first candle over his torso and doesn’t flinch. The tree lights flash colors across his skin between drips. He goes slow, one candle at a time, working down his torso.
At some point the carols loop back to the same song. He notices, smirks, and keeps pouring anyway.
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