My hands are always icy! They're frozen to the tips, but I promise I won't touch! My fingers can find the perfect warming place under his thighs, but my mouth is very, very warm.

My tongue is the opposite of my fingers, hot and inviting. I don't need my hands to extract what I want, an orgasm milked by my mouth. My tongue is more than capable of coaxing out a leg shaking orgasm, and it's the strongest muscle in my body.

Soft, balmy lips are warm and used to suck the cum out, while I use my hands to unbutton my shirt, only to reveal I'm not wearing a bra. The cold air blast... Show more