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I don’t need to be told twice. I release her fingers and move my other hand down to her ass, grabbing it and pulling her into me. She moans, and I bite her ear gently. “Have you ever had ice inside you?” I whisper.

“No,” she whimpers.

“I think you’d like it.” She’s dripping already, so I know she would, but I also know from her questionnaire that communication and spoken words are a massive turn on for her.

I dip my finger inside her, and her warm, wet pussy grips my finger tight, her hips pushing back into me. I move my finger back up to her clit, teasing her, and use my other hand to slowly remove her underwear, sinking down onto my knees behind her to slip them down.

Holding her hips for balance, I help her step out of the black lacy thong, and I throw it aside. Taking a moment to enjoy the view, I kiss her pert arse before standing once more and kissing her neck, her shoulder, the hollow behind her ear, anywhere that I can reach. She’s trembling now, moaning, her body desperate for more.

I run my finger along her slit, circling her clit until she starts grinding against me, and then plunge it deep into her, all the way in. She cries out, her pussy gripping my finger even more tightly than before. Her body shudders as she grinds into me, my erection pressing against her back.

I want to slow down, take my time and give her an unforgettable first experience here, but she’s making it hard with the way she’s pushing back and rubbing against me.

To my surprise and delight, she reaches behind me, grabs my cock in her hand, and starts to stroke me back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm, each stroke a little faster than the last. I groan, pushing myself against her hand and into her, her slick heat enclosing my hardness.

Still holding her hips, I slowly pull my finger out of her, and then plunge it back in, over and over.

“Ah,” she groans. “Dash!”

I circle around and around her clit, brushing it with each stroke of my finger, and her body is shaking uncontrollably, her now short fingernails digging into the skin of my thighs even though my slacks.

She cries out each time I thrust into her, her cries turning into low moans, her body shuddering as her core tightens with her impending release.

I pull my finger free, ignoring her small whine of protest and walk her over to the nearby block of ice that’s been shaped into a desk. Any smooth, flat surface will do, but I’m saving the bed for her second orgasm.

Gently, I bend her over, her hands resting on the surface. She gasps at the cold and I chuckle.

“You like that, Kitten? You like the cold ice seeping into your skin while I finger fuck this hot little pussy?”

She nods and I teasingly tut. “Words, Gumdrop.”

“Yes.”

“Then allow me to make it even better for you.”

I slide my hands into the top of her dress, cupping those glorious breasts and enjoying how hard her nipples are brushing against my fingertips. Then I pull her tits free of the constraints of the corset, which makes her sigh in bliss. It soon turns into a squeal of surprise when I press down hard on her back, forcing her chest into contact with the ice.

“Oh!” She gasps as I enter her, three fingers sliding easily into her wet pussy this time. I thrust into her, hard and fast, and her cries echo in the room as I pump in and out.

I reach my other hand around to her front, my finger finding her clit as I pound into her, her arousal growing. Candy is so close to orgasm that I know it’s only the hard biting surface of the desk holding her up right now. I continue to play with her clit, teasing her until she comes, her moans growing louder and louder.

And then she lets go, coming hard, clenching around my fingers. I keep stroking into her, and she keeps coming, crying out as the pleasure steals her breath away.

It’s almost too much for her to take but she grips the desk and holds on with everything she’s got, trying not to collapse from the incredible sensations, and I take the opportunity to pull her hips back, changing the angle of penetration.

She’s panting, her body heaving up and down on the ice desk as she struggles to calm herself. When looks up at me, I grin. She looks stunning.

“I could get used to that look,” she tells me.

Fuck, she thinks I look good? It’s nothing compared to the sight of her. She’s breathtaking in her pleasure.

“I could get used to this,” she adds, a smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes are so bright with excitement, I know that she’s nowhere near close to being done. Good. I’m not even close to having had my fill of her yet.

“Take your dress off and lie down on the bed,” I tell her, and her eyebrows rise. “I’m going to fuck you until we’re both satisfied, Kitten.”

“For you,” she purrs, “I’ll keep going.”

I chuckle and lean back against the desk, watching to see if she follows my instructions. She doesn’t need to be told twice.

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