Deprived of sight, she held her breath in anticipation of what would happen next. A gentle chill against the underside of her nipple sent a tremor through her breast.
Gradually, I maneuvered the cube over and around it, observing as it stretched away from the areola. I slid the cube down to her navel, pausing to let it melt, leaving a liquid trail.
She tugged the restraints, ice melting in her navel.
I slid the cube down to her sex and inner thighs. She moaned and whimpered.
I maneuvered the cube to her clitoris. She cried out, her voice quivering.
