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Hot sweat and cold ice water soak the soft leather clouding her eyes. It drips into her hair and along her porcelain skin. Breath soft and shallow, she senses the cool liquid sliding down her cheek and caressing her jaw line. She gasps as it melts on her lips, and follows her neck and collar bone. Her mistress above follows the fluid with her tongue, relishing the taste of sex in the sweat.

The trickle flows further south, coursing between two silky breasts. The tongue follows, making a long detour to the melting peaks; sucking and nibbling and crafting moans. Hands wonder, as if searching for something. The lover bites her lip and begs for just that little bit more.

Mistress obliges.

The ice is swift now, snaking over cotton skin towards her centre. Her hips lift, dying for contact, but Mistress does not surrender so easily. She takes the ice in her mouth, and cleans up the river cascading down her body. Each gentle touch sent shivers along the skin of her beloved. She tries to reach out, to stroke her hair, to caress her face, to return some affection... however, her wrists were bound and try as she might – she was completely helpless...

Knowing this, Mistress smirked and gave a throaty chuckle. She began to replace tongue with teeth; sweeping with sucking. She created a new trail – soft red marks tip toeing towards her goal. Each stepping stone caused another gasp. Her hands had found their haven. They swept over the smooth lips of her labia, searching still for an entrance. They find it, and slide in effortlessly; her lover was dripping with desire. A groan. A smirk. Two fingers dance inside her, darting dangerously close to a certain area of great pleasure. Thrusting and twisting, they glide deeper and deeper, and explore each cavern of her wet, hungry cunt. A groan. Fingers increase their pace, and stroke that moaning soft-spot with each re-entry. Her mouth skipped down to her thighs, and ran the length of them, taking in as much as she could of the silky skin she adored. She begged once more.

Mistress obliges.

She makes her way to her centre. Fingers removed, she grips the hips beneath her. She crunches the ice. And licks the melting pieces between her lovers’ lips. The chill sent shockwaves through her system and she screamed in pleasure. Her heat melted the ice completely, but the cold was still present as the tongue ripped into her flesh. Mistress had to hold her hips down, as the rough tango of her tongue made her lovers back arch and her lungs cry for breath. Close. Closer. Each flick of her swollen clit and each dart into her darkness drew her closer. So closer. She begs for more.

Mistress does not oblige.

She stops, falling away from the trembling woman beneath her. She writhes, trying to release herself from chains, to be able to release herself from the tension bound in her body. Mistress smirked once more. Her lovers’ near orgasm died a slow, and pain death – with pleas of more, of another dance, every second. Mistress waited for the shivers to stop until she climbed upon her lover, her entire body moulding into hers. She whispered to her submissive. Tender and sweet:

“More?”

Description
Hot sweat and cold ice water soak the soft leather clouding her eyes. It drips into her hair and along her porcelain skin. Breath soft and shallow, she senses the cool liquid sliding down her cheek and caressing her jaw line. She gasps as it melts on her lips, and follows her neck and collar bone. Her mistress above follows the fluid with her tongue, relishing the taste of sex in the sweat.

The trickle flows further south, coursing between two silky breasts. The tongue follows, making a long detour to the melting peaks; sucking and nibbling and crafting moans. Hands wonder, as if searching for something. The lover bites her lip and begs for just that little bit more.

Mistress obliges.

The ice is swift now, snaking over cotton skin towards her centre. Her hips lift, dying for contact, but Mistress does not surrender so easily. She takes the ice in her mouth, and cleans up the river cascading down her body. Each gentle touch sent shivers along the skin of her beloved. She tries to reach out, to stroke her hair, to caress her face, to return some affection... however, her wrists were bound and try as she might – she was completely helpless...

Knowing this, Mistress smirked and gave a throaty chuckle. She began to replace tongue with teeth; sweeping with sucking. She created a new trail – soft red marks tip toeing towards her goal. Each stepping stone caused another gasp. Her hands had found their haven. They swept over the smooth lips of her labia, searching still for an entrance. They find it, and slide in effortlessly; her lover was dripping with desire. A groan. A smirk. Two fingers dance inside her, darting dangerously close to a certain area of great pleasure. Thrusting and twisting, they glide deeper and deeper, and explore each cavern of her wet, hungry cunt. A groan. Fingers increase their pace, and stroke that moaning soft-spot with each re-entry. Her mouth skipped down to her thighs, and ran the length of them, taking in as much as she could of the silky skin she adored. She begged once more.

Mistress obliges.

She makes her way to her centre. Fingers removed, she grips the hips beneath her. She crunches the ice. And licks the melting pieces between her lovers’ lips. The chill sent shockwaves through her system and she screamed in pleasure. Her heat melted the ice completely, but the cold was still present as the tongue ripped into her flesh. Mistress had to hold her hips down, as the rough tango of her tongue made her lovers back arch and her lungs cry for breath. Close. Closer. Each flick of her swollen clit and each dart into her darkness drew her closer. So closer. She begs for more.

Mistress does not oblige.

She stops, falling away from the trembling woman beneath her. She writhes, trying to release herself from chains, to be able to release herself from the tension bound in her body. Mistress smirked once more. Her lovers’ near orgasm died a slow, and pain death – with pleas of more, of another dance, every second. Mistress waited for the shivers to stop until she climbed upon her lover, her entire body moulding into hers. She whispered to her submissive. Tender and sweet:

“More?”