He was already on his knees when I walked into the room, his hands resting on his thighs, his cock hard and dripping against his stomach. The sight of him like that—submissive, waiting, needy—sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I didn’t say a word, just let the silence stretch between us, thick and heavy, as I reached into the freezer and pulled out the ice. It was a thick, jagged chunk, cold enough to make my fingers ache just holding it. I could feel his eyes on me, wide and curious, but he didn’t move. He knew better than to speak without permission.I knelt behind him, the ice in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other. I poured a generous amount onto the ice, watching it glisten under the dim light, then pressed the cold, slippery surface against his entrance. He gasped, his body tensing, but he didn’t pull away. Good boy. I pushed the ice in slowly, feeling the resistance of his tight muscles giving way to the cold intrusion. His breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips as the ice slid deeper, filling him in a way that made his whole body tremble.“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice shaky, his hands gripping his thighs tighter. I could see the way his muscles clenched around the ice, the way his cock twitched, desperate for attention. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You like that, don’t you? Feeling so full, so cold, so owned.”He nodded, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the way his body was already reacting to the contrast of the ice inside him and the warmth of the room. I stood up, circling around to face him, my eyes locked on his. His pupils were blown wide, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked wrecked already, and I hadn’t even started.I straddled him, my thighs bracketing his hips, and reached down to guide his cock into me. He groaned as I sank down onto him, the heat of my pussy enveloping him in a way that made his whole body jerk. The ice inside him shifted, and he let out a strangled moan, his hands flying to my hips to steady himself. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, and began to move, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of him.Every time I pushed down, I could feel the way his muscles clenched around the ice, the way his cock throbbed inside me, harder and more desperate than usual. His breath was ragged, his hips trying to buck up against me, but I held him down, my fingers digging into his skin. “Stay still,” I commanded, my voice low and firm. “You’re mine to use, remember?”He nodded, his eyes locked on mine, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. I could see the way the cold was affecting him, the way it made every sensation sharper, more intense. His cock felt like fire inside me, the heat of it contrasting with the icy chill that was making him squirm beneath me. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You’re so good for me, taking that ice so well. You’re so tight, so needy. I can feel how much you want this.”His breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips as I continued to move, slow and deep, dragging out every gasp, every twitch of his cock. His hands were gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises later, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel every second of this, to be completely lost in the sensations, completely mine.The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the slick slide of my pussy around his cock, the occasional clink of the ice shifting inside him. His body was trembling, his muscles clenching and unclenching around the ice, his cock throbbing wildly inside me. I could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, his hands digging into my hips.“Come for me,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. “Let go. I want to feel you come inside me.”He let out a strangled moan, his body jerking as he obeyed, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his muscles clenching tightly around the ice. I could feel the way his body was shaking, the way he was completely wrecked, completely mine. I kept moving, slow and deep, dragging out every last bit of his orgasm, savoring the way his body responded to me.When I finally pulled the ice out, it was slick and melting, but his eyes were still locked on me, already begging for whatever I wanted to do next. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You’re not done yet, are you?”

He was already on his knees when I walked into the room, his hands resting on his thighs, his cock hard and dripping against his stomach. The sight of him like that—submissive, waiting, _needy_—sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I didn’t say a word, just let the silence stretch between us, thick and heavy, as I reached into the freezer and pulled out the ice. It was a thick, jagged chunk, cold enough to make my fingers ache just holding it. I could feel his eyes on me, wide and curious, but he didn’t move. He knew better than to speak without permission.

I knelt behind him, the ice in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other. I poured a generous amount onto the ice, watching it glisten under the dim light, then pressed the cold, slippery surface against his entrance. He gasped, his body tensing, but he didn’t pull away. _Good boy._ I pushed the ice in slowly, feeling the resistance of his tight muscles giving way to the cold intrusion. His breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips as the ice slid deeper, filling him in a way that made his whole body tremble.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice shaky, his hands gripping his thighs tighter. I could see the way his muscles clenched around the ice, the way his cock twitched, desperate for attention. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You like that, don’t you? Feeling so full, so cold, so _owned_.”

He nodded, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the way his body was already reacting to the contrast of the ice inside him and the warmth of the room. I stood up, circling around to face him, my eyes locked on his. His pupils were blown wide, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked wrecked already, and I hadn’t even started.

I straddled him, my thighs bracketing his hips, and reached down to guide his cock into me. He groaned as I sank down onto him, the heat of my pussy enveloping him in a way that made his whole body jerk. The ice inside him shifted, and he let out a strangled moan, his hands flying to my hips to steady himself. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, and began to move, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of him.

Every time I pushed down, I could feel the way his muscles clenched around the ice, the way his cock throbbed inside me, harder and more desperate than usual. His breath was ragged, his hips trying to buck up against me, but I held him down, my fingers digging into his skin. “Stay still,” I commanded, my voice low and firm. “You’re mine to use, remember?”

He nodded, his eyes locked on mine, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. I could see the way the cold was affecting him, the way it made every sensation sharper, more intense. His cock felt like fire inside me, the heat of it contrasting with the icy chill that was making him squirm beneath me. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You’re so good for me, taking that ice so well. You’re so tight, so _needy_. I can feel how much you want this.”

His breath hitched, a low moan escaping his lips as I continued to move, slow and deep, dragging out every gasp, every twitch of his cock. His hands were gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises later, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel every second of this, to be completely lost in the sensations, completely _mine_.

The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the slick slide of my pussy around his cock, the occasional clink of the ice shifting inside him. His body was trembling, his muscles clenching and unclenching around the ice, his cock throbbing wildly inside me. I could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, his hands digging into my hips.

“Come for me,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. “Let go. I want to feel you come inside me.”

He let out a strangled moan, his body jerking as he obeyed, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his muscles clenching tightly around the ice. I could feel the way his body was shaking, the way he was completely wrecked, completely _mine_. I kept moving, slow and deep, dragging out every last bit of his orgasm, savoring the way his body responded to me.

When I finally pulled the ice out, it was slick and melting, but his eyes were still locked on me, already begging for whatever I wanted to do next. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You’re not done yet, are you?”

"Between the burning heat of my pussy and the freezing cold filling his ass, he was trembling all over, completely wrecked and dripping for me."
-inkKinkx

My cum-pet's obsession with ice fuck

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