"Shit."
My hands gripped the silk draped over my wrists, twirling them so they'd pull tight and I'd have something tangible to hold on to. The ice melting on my engorged flesh was making my thighs clench, but the spreader bar my ankles were strapped to wouldn't allow them to press together.
Every calculated swipe of Marco's tongue over my clit was threatening to send me over the edge, but just when I was right there, he'd pull back and fuck the ice cube into my pussy.
I wasn't sure if the dripping was from me or the melted water.
"You taste so good." He fucked me with his tongue to soothe the freeze, bringing me back to the edge with a twitch as the wet muscle drew back, covered in my wetness, to twirl around my nub.
