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Her neck the gentle swan-curve of the back of her neck. She shivers, her satin skin rippling with goosebumps, her breasts tightening in echoing response to the chill.

He smooths the slowly-melting cube down over the bones of her shoulders, down your back, tracing with icy-wetness the ridge of her spine, down, down to the cleft of her buttocks. He repeats this, again and again, the ever-shrinking ice travelling up and down her back, her arms, your tender waist, until he's caressed every inch with exquisite coldness, and the crystal shard melts to a sliver, then to a single drop.

He takes two more cubes of ice, one cube in each of his palms, presses them into the melon-shaped orbs of her buttocks. The sharp edges indent her soft flesh, and she gives a delicious little moan, almost a purr of delight, encouraging him to go on with the irresitible torture.

He smooths his ice-bearing palms down the backs of her thighs, tracing little melting circles in the hollows behind her knees, riding the curves of her calves down to the smaller hollows of her ankes, then to the tender soles of her feet. He slides the ice along the crevaces beneath her toes, darting the shards in and out between each one.

He smooths the diminishing instruments of wintry pleasure back up the silky softness inside her thighs, upwards, upwards, slowly, blowing on the watery trail left in the icy wake.

He reaches the base of her buttocks, and takes a fresh ice cube. This he slips into the cleft of her buttocks, to trace the deep valley there. She shudders with the sensation, her body opening, bringing forth a gush of liquid more copious even than that left behind by the melting ice. In a swift motion, he slips the slightly-melted cube into the sweet, tight pucker of her anus. She moans again, deeper this time, and grabs his arms, her fingertips pressing deeply into his flesh.

He takes another cube of ice. Now he will repeat the whole long symphony of icy caresses and strokes and fondles on the front of her body, beginning with her forehead, fluttering the ice over her eyelids Ñ a glaciated butterfly alighting on two delicate petals Ñ down her cheeks, the sides of her neck, to the hollows at the base of her throat and above her collar bone. Up the tender undersides of her arms. She gasps as the ice slides into the tenderness of her armpits, and down the ridges of her ribs to her smooth, narrow waist.

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The ice trails up again, up to the undersides of her sweetly-rounded breasts, circling them like a wily fox circling prey. Then darting forth, to capture the nut-brown nipples. She cries out, her nipples tightening in response, darkening and hardening into rigid little nubs. These he teases with the melting ice, watching the nubs lose their shyness, and grow erect, savouring the sharp sting of coldness.

He then smooths the ice down her stomach, down, branching down over the tops of her thighs, down each flank, each knee, each calf, to the swell of her arches, then up again, quickly now, over her calves, her knees, her thighs, and...at last...to the cradle of her groin.

Here he stops, to gaze upon the smooth, baby-softness of her shaved mons, the rose-pink petals already glistening, though he has yet to touch them with the melting ice. He caresses her mons gently with the cube, sliding it down into the tender valleys at the apex of her thighs. Then draws it slowly, slowly over the petal soft flesh of her cunt lips. Stroking softly upwards towards the ruby-red nub hidden within, now only partly hidden, growing, stretching towards the intense sensation, the coldness, exquisite icy wetness.

With feather-lightness he draws the ice over the bold nub. Her body leaps, involuntarily, in response. She groans deep in her throat, her whole being alight, tingling with the electric sensations. Her hips thrust upwards, uncontrolled, uncontrollable, to meet again and again the wet, frigid kiss of the ice cube. Until, at last, he grows bored with the game, and slides the cold, melting lump into her slick, steamy cunt to be followed with an entirely different instrument of excrutiating pleasure, of smooth, rigid delight.