Puzzled, I look down. “Wha…?”
“As you were, Kirstie. Arms raised.”
Pussy purrs and clutches.
Again, I obey him. Ryan sips from the glass once more, then refills it. Ice clinks as he takes the bottle from the silver bucket, clinks again as he replaces it. “You look good like that. Your waist tight. Your breasts raised.”
His gaze scorches over my body, but stretching out his hand, still holding the glass, he draws it over my breast, tracing a line of iced dew over the n****e.
Gasping, I waver, trying to drop…
“No! Hold your position… That’s better.”
Shuddering and quaking, trying to remain upright, I whimper as frozen fire circles my n****e. A droplet trickles down, kissing a line down my breastbone.
“You look good, Kirstie. Really good.”
The glass moves, hovering over my other brea
