He finally tossed the ice away and gripped his c**k.
And I swear to the Goddess, I nearly passed out watching him stroke it, all thick and furious and glistening with pre-c*m.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please f**k me now. Please f**k your little b***h. I’m yours. I’m so f*****g yours.”
“I’m not going to f**k you yet,” he said.
My mouth fell open.
I blinked.
“What?”
His gaze darkened, and he dragged his palm down the length of his c**k. “I want to lick the ice and your p***y at the same time,” he said. “I want to taste every melt. Every drip. Every f*****g inch of this dirty cunt while it throbs from the cold.”
I gasped.
His eyes dropped to my t**s, and then he reached out with one hand, brushing the underside before dragging his thumb right across my n****e like it belonged to him.
