Snowbound

She knew what she was doing as she lay there pretending to sleep. The air was crisp and I could see its effect on her protruding nipples. She was such a welcome sweet tease. Each aspect of now was planned to the most minute of details and I cherished it all standing at her feet. As the sun burnt warm in the cool air droplets fell from a melting icicle sprinkling across her exposed stomach and trailing into her essence. She winced as a smile broke across her face. Her eventual laughter was simple soothing music for my desire.

Sweet, Icicle, Music, Feet, Lap

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