The ice slipped deeper now, the cold penetrating further, and Andrea’s body jerked involuntarily, her back arching slightly in response. She let out a soft whimper, the sound slipping past her lips before she could stop it. The discomfort was sharp, the cold almost too much to bear, but beneath the shock of it, there was something else—something that made her hips twitch and her breath quicken.
“Good girl,” Miranda murmured, her voice softening just enough to let a hint of approval slip through. “You’re taking this so well.”
The ice slid out again, slower this time, leaving a wet trail in its wake, and Andrea gasped, her body trembling under the sensation. It was too much, the cold, the sharpness of it, but Miranda’s hand on her thigh kept her anchored, kept her from pulling away. She could feel the cold water dripping down her thighs, mixing with her own heat, creating a contrast that left her breathless, her mind spinning.
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Miranda’s ice-cold control pushes Andrea to her limits as she endures a night of both pleasure and restraint. With Miranda’s firm hand guiding her every movement, Andrea struggles to hold still while the freezing sensations overwhelm her body. As the intensity grows, Miranda’s praise fuels Andrea’s desire to please, leading to a climax that leaves her breathless and desperate for more.
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With that, Miranda pushed the ice back in, slower this time, but deeper, the cold penetrating further than before. Andrea let out a sharp gasp, her body jolting at the intensity of the sensation, but she stayed still, her muscles tense under the effort to obey. The cold was unbearable now, sharp and biting, but Miranda’s hand remained steady on her thigh, grounding her, holding her in place. “Breathe,” Miranda instructed, her voice calm, controlled, as the ice continued to slide in and out with excruciating slowness. “You can take it.” Andrea’s breath came in ragged bursts, her body trembling under the intensity of the sensation, but she forced herself to comply, to focus on Miranda’s voice, on the steady rhythm of her hand against her skin. The cold was overwhelming, her muscles twitching with the effort to stay still, but the praise in Miranda’s voice, the approval in her tone, kept her going, kept her from falling apart completely. “You’re doing so well,” Miranda murmured, her fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive skin of Andrea’s thigh, teasing her, grounding her. “So good for me.”
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Will Andrea embrace the cold and fully surrender to Miranda’s control, or will the intensity of the moment push her too far?
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