When it's three a.m. in the morning and the stiflingly hot weather is ruining your sleep, the first thing that you do is get out of bed, and go straight for the fridge. Right after a nice and cold shower, of course.
That's exactly what a certain dark-blonde woman was doing on a stiflingly hot night. After a rough day at work, not being able to sleep was making her very uncomfortable. Even as she pulled open the refrigerator door, her ripe and young body was covered in nothing but a brown tank-top that clung tightly to her wet curves, barely hiding her assets. She felt the beads of water that were still sliding down her smooth skin, vaporizing and drifting away on unpleasant warm currents of air. She quickly grabbed a tub of cold chocolate ice-cream, lingering by the open fridge for a few moments in thrall of the cool air leaking from it. Her nipples perked up, hardening quickly in response to the pleasure that coursed through her body.
Like any sensible person, she knew that she shouldn't keep the refrigerator door open like that for too long. Groaning about the coolness she was about to lose, she turned around and closed it with her toned forearm, her hands pulling open the lid of the ice-cream tub. Greedily, she put in her mouth, the first cold bite of sweet relief.
She moaned with satisfaction as she felt the gooey chocolate cream melt in her mouth, and then run down the back of her throat. She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them - the taste of ice-cream can do that to pretty much anyone on a hot day or night - and made her way to the bedroom, where her partner and lover lay sleeping.
She knew he was mad at her when she came home to find him asleep two hours ago. He hated that she ran late at the office so often, but she loved being a lawyer. She was known to take on the hardest cases, and the other lawyers called her the "bitch in court". She didn't mind their jealousy, and she definitely didn't mind being her lover's bitch by night. But she had messed up again tonight, by forgetting to set her alarm to remind her to go back home again. Even though the weather was hot, she knew she would get plenty of cold shoulders in the upcoming days.
Right now though, he didn't seem angry lying there on top of the sheets, his broad, muscled back lightly covered in droplets of sweat induced by this god-awful heat. He didn't look cold at all. What she saw of him, made her body blossom with renewed heat. It wasn't a heat one felt because of the weather; rather something much stronger and deeper- a raging need within the core of her womanhood.
"I think I might need a shower again," she whispered quietly as she neared the bed toward the prone form of her lover.
She held the tub of ice-cream in both hands, letting the cold seep into her palms, and then, as she went to slide her moistening pussy, against his thigh, she let her cold hands explore the swells of his gorgeous ass.
He awoke with a gasp, and she lifted her hips slightly to let him turn over onto his back. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips softly nibbling his as she continued to gently rub her crotch against his thigh. His tongue darted out, tasting the chocolate on her lips, as her hands moved to his abdomen, and then further down, reaching that hot throbbing part of him that was already hard and erect. She moaned as his hands cupped and gently mauled her breasts, and at how hot and hard his shaft felt between her tiny cold fingers.
She broke off their kiss with a groan, and then leaned down again, her lips exploring his torso, her tongue leaving trails of saliva to mingle with his sweat, when suddenly, without any warning, she brought her lips to his pulsing man-meat and engulfed his warm shaft with her mouth. Her mouth, which must have felt cold to him at the moment when her lips went past the head of his dick, quickly warmed up as she dragged her tongue along his length. She saw his eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as she started bobbing her head on his dick, and her still some-what cool fingers played with his balls.
She started moving her head faster, slurping and sliding it over the head of his shaft as her small hands held the base of his dick. Soon she felt the cum building in his balls, and just before he could release, she quickly scooped up two spoonfuls of ice-cream and dumped them on his prick, using her hands to rub the coldness around his shaft. He screamed and his cock tried to shrink away from the cold. But the blood pounding through it kept it nice and hard. Not fearing the punishment she knew she was bound to receive anyway, she massaged his dick with the ice cream: to be stronger, colder, knowing that the outcome would be harsher, angrier, and thus, all the more desirable.
His scream broke off in a growl and she felt him grabbing her and pushing her onto the bed on her stomach. She let go at that point, surrendering control to her lover and ravisher as without any warning she felt his hot hard dick thrust into her dripping pussy. His cold, hard dick penetrated her warm cunt again and again, punishing me with a fierce intensity. She moaned and groaned as he reached around to roughly cup her tit, his other hand sliding along her tummy and down to her clit, sending all kinds of crazy tingles running through her body while his dick went from cold to hot and sated her aching pussy even as it fucked it to soreness.
