The snow on our roof was melting to form icicles a foot long and longer hanging from our gutters. The missing stalactites over our door told me you’d gotten home first, so I wasn’t surprised by your warm embrace when I walked in. But the ice cold hand that raised my skirt and slid between my legs made me yelp. While one arm stilled me, the other, deftly from long experience found and drew my panties aside – and then touched something deathly cold and wet to my cunt lips.
“Melt it for me,” he said into my ear, over my whimpers, as he slid the shaft of ice into me, “and I’ll warm you back up.”
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You Devil!!!!!
that was *great*!!!
nilla
(ice cube melter extraordinaire….)
*wink*
holy snikeys… that was fuckin HOT.(<is that a pun) I bow yet again to you, god of flash.
*squeak* *gasp* …rawrrrr… Wowsers – that really kick-started my morning! :)
I love this… oh God, I wish we had some stalactites here..
I see I’m not the only one who’s thought of more interesting ways to use those…
Exquisite, as always.
hmm…I love cold things in hot places ;p
I think any icicles I might bring would not last long at all in this crowd. Thank you all so much!