Off Limit: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad
“You’re not really going to—”
“Oh, I am, bunny.” He held the ice cube between his fingers, letting it drip cold water onto the floor as he walked back to the foot of the bed. His eyes raked over my exposed, dripping pussy. “Look at you. Legs spread like a good little slut, cunt still open and begging. You want this ice on your pretty pink pussy, don’t you?”
I bit my lip hard, nodding before I could stop myself. “Yes… fuck, yes I do. I’m scared it’s going to be too cold but… I want it. I want you to torture my pussy with it.”