An Inconsequent Desire
The mixture of numbness and sensitivity makes every inch of my body react.
The ice reaches the tip of my breast, and he passes the cube through my piercing, eliciting a moan. His fingers slide along my sex, which is sensitive and aroused. I can't hold back my hips, and I roll over, looking for more, desperate for contact, for him. I can't control it. Dom holds my waist tightly, preventing any movement. He raises his head, spits the ice off the table, and his countenance is one of disbelief.
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