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*softly* I'd like to see you pick up an ice cube and bring it to your soft, pouty lips and gently suck it. Then trail it down your throat, the ice melting from the heat of your body, the droplets glistening in the dim light, as you continue the trail of the cold little piece between your breasts. Slowly across the rise of one breast then circling the nipple, runnels of cold water trailing down as your nipple hardens, coming to attention as each tiny ridge and bump of the sweet little nub becomes visible. Your back arches slightly and you let out a small moan as your hand works it way across your chest, the rapidly melting piece of ice weaving a cold path straight for the other nipple. It hardens under the ice, jutting out, cold and hard as the ice itself. Shuddering, your hand trails down your body, down your stomach, the small piece of ice stopping just above a very warm spot. You open your eyes and they lock with mine as you push the ice down and it comes into contact with your wet, throbbing clit. You begin to rub the last of the ice up and down your aching clit, the water mingling with your flowing juices. Your low moans filling the air.
....well, you *did* ask.
....well, you *did* ask.
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anne27 said:*softly* I'd like to see you pick up an ice cube and bring it to your soft, pouty lips and gently suck it. Then trail it down your throat, the ice melting from the heat of your body, the droplets glistening in the dim light, as you continue the trail of the cold little piece between your breasts. Slowly across the rise of one breast then circling the nipple, runnels of cold water trailing down as your nipple hardens, coming to attention as each tiny ridge and bump of the sweet little nub becomes visible. Your back arches slightly and you let out a small moan as your hand works it way across your chest, the rapidly melting piece of ice weaving a cold path straight for the other nipple. It hardens under the ice, jutting out, cold and hard as the ice itself. Shuddering, your hand trails down your body, down your stomach, the small piece of ice stopping just above a very warm spot. You open your eyes and they lock with mine as you push the ice down and it comes into contact with your wet, throbbing clit. You begin to rub the last of the ice up and down your aching clit, the water mingling with your flowing juices. Your low moans filling the air.
....well, you *did* ask.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.....Yes I did, though there is definately no need for the blush dear.
Though I think I need to go take a shower now... KYdarling said:You are always welcome to join me in my bath...
Course there is another option to me using the ice on myself....I could always be tied down while someone else controlled the ice...
*low, deep, throaty groan* You don't know how much that appeals to me right now.
