bottom, and I could almost hear the steam sizzling off the surface as
ice met fire. There was a confusing combination of relief and discomfort from the cold, which caused a burning of its own
due to its temperature. My cheeks were quickly going numb. Then my balls… They were hard as stone as the icy object covered
every inch of them.
And then he did it. He brought the object between my cheeks. He used one hand to part my cheeks and the cold traveled the
outer rim of my fuck chute. My asshole became a funnel, sucking away from the arctic object. I squealed.
“That’s right. This hot hole is begging for it. Look at that baby pucker. Beautiful hungry fucking hole.”
I got an idea of what was about to happen to me, but it wasn’t going to be as soon as I expected. Over the table, he grabbed
my hair and pulled my head back.
“Suck on this,” he commanded, and my mouth opened to a chilly cherry-flavored phallus. I sucked greedily. Popsicle. “That’s
right. Make that baby all nice and wet for me.”
The pop was pulled from my mouth, leaving a coating of sweet spittle on my lips, and danced across my ass and balls once more.
Then it made my fuck hole pulse again. He was toying with me. I needed to feel it so bad.
Finally, he pushed forward. My asshole fought to fend off the icicle that invaded it. The sensation assaulting the nerve endings
in my fuck hole sent chills through my body.
“Aaahhhhh!!!” was all I could manage.
Then it was in me, opening me up, numbing my tunnel while simultaneously making it come alive. It didn’t waste any time. It
punctured my sphincter and worked its way savagely up my works. Yet, at the same time, I felt my intruder shrinking inside
me as my hole melted it rapidly.
“That’s right, eat it all up,” the handyman coaxed. One big arm encircled my entire ass, fingers wedged between my cheeks
to keep them apart, while the other hand rapidly drilled away at me. “We got a whole box here for this hungry pink hole.”
I wondered how many Popsicles came in a box as the nearly diminished ice dildo was removed and another full-sizer was jammed
up my ass. My thermal fuck cavern immediately went to work on it. I was groaning, crying out, and shaking all over now as
my body became one giant erogenous zone. By the fourth chilly treat, I began to settle in and enjoy the ride. Receiving each
new Popsicle was like experiencing the sensation for the first time. My inner walls were stunned with each gnawing invasion.
As Popsicle number five was being consumed, I realized I wasn’t even there anymore. It was just my handy-man and his pretty
pink pucker, as he was now calling it. His fuckin’ hungry pretty pink pucker. In my temporary blindness, I was completely
removed from my body, shut off from the world. Willing to give him time alone with my ass. In between Popsicles, he’d smother
the cheeks in kisses, lick and suck sticky sweet cherry juice off my balls and butt, dig his face into the crack and lap the
red goo from hole and hair.
By Popsicle number six, handyman’s face practically got stuck in between the cheeks as he drowned in cherry juice, which created
a temporary glue between his sharp whiskers and pretty pink pucker’s surrounding coat of fur.
Finally, he hit the bottom of the box. Eight Popsicles had been consumed. The hole was a dripping mess, yet totally unsatisfied.
Ass flesh was still hot. Cock and balls swollen. Rectum wanting to expel the buildup like nobody’s business. The pucker was
sure it was not going to be able to hold back the torrent of liquid that wanted to gush forth, but the handyman stopped it
up quick. And his rod was bigger than any Popsicle the pucker had yet encountered.
Then, I was back. I cried out in rhythm to the pounding I was getting. Cherry juice spilled freely from my aching fuck slit
as the handyman’s cock dipped repeatedly into the pool my pucker had become. The built-up pressure in my fuck
ice met fire. There was a confusing combination of relief and discomfort from the cold, which caused a burning of its own
due to its temperature. My cheeks were quickly going numb. Then my balls… They were hard as stone as the icy object covered
every inch of them.
And then he did it. He brought the object between my cheeks. He used one hand to part my cheeks and the cold traveled the
outer rim of my fuck chute. My asshole became a funnel, sucking away from the arctic object. I squealed.
“That’s right. This hot hole is begging for it. Look at that baby pucker. Beautiful hungry fucking hole.”
I got an idea of what was about to happen to me, but it wasn’t going to be as soon as I expected. Over the table, he grabbed
my hair and pulled my head back.
“Suck on this,” he commanded, and my mouth opened to a chilly cherry-flavored phallus. I sucked greedily. Popsicle. “That’s
right. Make that baby all nice and wet for me.”
The pop was pulled from my mouth, leaving a coating of sweet spittle on my lips, and danced across my ass and balls once more.
Then it made my fuck hole pulse again. He was toying with me. I needed to feel it so bad.
Finally, he pushed forward. My asshole fought to fend off the icicle that invaded it. The sensation assaulting the nerve endings
in my fuck hole sent chills through my body.
“Aaahhhhh!!!” was all I could manage.
Then it was in me, opening me up, numbing my tunnel while simultaneously making it come alive. It didn’t waste any time. It
punctured my sphincter and worked its way savagely up my works. Yet, at the same time, I felt my intruder shrinking inside
me as my hole melted it rapidly.
“That’s right, eat it all up,” the handyman coaxed. One big arm encircled my entire ass, fingers wedged between my cheeks
to keep them apart, while the other hand rapidly drilled away at me. “We got a whole box here for this hungry pink hole.”
I wondered how many Popsicles came in a box as the nearly diminished ice dildo was removed and another full-sizer was jammed
up my ass. My thermal fuck cavern immediately went to work on it. I was groaning, crying out, and shaking all over now as
my body became one giant erogenous zone. By the fourth chilly treat, I began to settle in and enjoy the ride. Receiving each
new Popsicle was like experiencing the sensation for the first time. My inner walls were stunned with each gnawing invasion.
As Popsicle number five was being consumed, I realized I wasn’t even there anymore. It was just my handy-man and his pretty
pink pucker, as he was now calling it. His fuckin’ hungry pretty pink pucker. In my temporary blindness, I was completely
removed from my body, shut off from the world. Willing to give him time alone with my ass. In between Popsicles, he’d smother
the cheeks in kisses, lick and suck sticky sweet cherry juice off my balls and butt, dig his face into the crack and lap the
red goo from hole and hair.
By Popsicle number six, handyman’s face practically got stuck in between the cheeks as he drowned in cherry juice, which created
a temporary glue between his sharp whiskers and pretty pink pucker’s surrounding coat of fur.
Finally, he hit the bottom of the box. Eight Popsicles had been consumed. The hole was a dripping mess, yet totally unsatisfied.
Ass flesh was still hot. Cock and balls swollen. Rectum wanting to expel the buildup like nobody’s business. The pucker was
sure it was not going to be able to hold back the torrent of liquid that wanted to gush forth, but the handyman stopped it
up quick. And his rod was bigger than any Popsicle the pucker had yet encountered.
Then, I was back. I cried out in rhythm to the pounding I was getting. Cherry juice spilled freely from my aching fuck slit
as the handyman’s cock dipped repeatedly into the pool my pucker had become. The built-up pressure in my fuck
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