Meanwhile, she feels the icy coldness of her daddy's ghostly fingers slipping around to the back of her panties. The skimpy thong provides precious little defense against his fingers as it feels like her butt is being stroking softly with icicles. The abrupt coldness on her butt causes her to arch her hips forward, as she struggles against the white sash that binds her wrists behind her back, wanting to escape the icy coldness that is assaulting her ass.
But of course the sash holds tight, and all Ellie's squirming attempts at escape get her, is more pain and pleasure as when she thrusts her hips forward, it forces Missy's solitary finger deeper into her tight little cunt. The pain is acute as is the pleasure. Missy uses her other hand to twist Ellie's face towards her. Ellie looks at her
