Sweet torture

Smiles quiver at the feel of the ice so close to her pussy lips.

"Please, don't" Smiles begs in haggard breath, chest rising and falling. She struggles to look down at what he was doing but the pleasure was too much, her neck could not keep up with it.

"Ah, please!" She cried again, aching her back forward.

Keane didn't stop, there was no way he would. He raise his head from her pussy, and stares into her Amber blue eyes that had nothing but pleads in them

"You wanted this, didn't you? You asked for a massage remember, there was no deal saying I will sex you" his lips pulls up seeing the looks on her face.

Smiles didn't know if she should cry or laugh, her inner walls burned in desire and her entire being screamed for his dick in her but he was in no way giving in.

Keane leans down, massaging her clit with his tongue. He never stopped rolling the ice cube on her pubic mound.

He bites on her clit, and licks it dry. Repeating the process, again and again, his left-hand rubs on her puss