Icy fingertips

Icy fingertips ever so gently squeeze my breasts and then tug a few vicious times on my nipple. Cool, dry, persistent lips wrap around my other nipple, sucking blood to the tips and drawing the very thump of my pulse into my ears.

The burning itch becomes unbearable, and the small cause is still planted within me. No matter what I do, nothing will help it! I try tightening my muscles and relaxing them. When I try to squeeze my thighs together, the restraints prevent it, and the cold hands reinforce the separation. Now they graze over my steaming center, barely caressing my mound of flesh. A cold slap across my face stuns me into silence, but I simply cannot stay still for long. I want to stay still because every time I move, another slap.

Just when I can’t take it anymore, a very thick dick stuffs into me. My mind goes blank, and the feel of a firm cock is a visit rather than an invasion, even if it is a little painful. I don't know if it will help, and I don’t know if this is what I want. Until now, it has been all hands and tongue. This is the first time the hands and mouth present their other side. Dark satisfaction washes over me, and muted moans rumble in my throat.

The heavy member pushes slowly but hard, in and out. The friction somehow extinguishes the sting that I am already feeling and intensifies the effect on my body. It is like a long scratch for a persistent itch. My tender cunny tightens around him, wanting both his cure for the burn and the dowsing of my lust. I lift my chin to smell the breath again. The mouth is right over my nose, blowing hot. Tentatively, I lift my nose in that direction and rub against a chin.