Mistress turns around and holds this up, once again giggling delightedly at my shocked, goggling reaction. The first inch of this monstrous p***s is a base of threaded black plastic, fully two inches thick and clearly designed to fit into the insulated socket mounted on her crotch. The rest of it – all eleven inches and just as big around – is indeed composed of clear, sparkling, diamond-hard ice. Molded to be perfectly life-like right up the vein-ridged shaft to the bulbous, slightly up-turned head, this exquisite cast is as elegantly beautiful as it is terrifyingly threatening. Still giggling excitedly to herself, Mistress carefully screws this incredible phallus in place, where it shortly juts far out from her protected groin, still whitely smoking in the warm air of the room. Then she
