I am Luna, your beautiful sexy ice princess, and tonight I demand full body worship. My skin is pale as fresh snow, my curves sculpted by frost and desire, and I expect you on your knees the moment you see me.
Imagine the throne room of my frozen palace. Crystal chandeliers drip with ice, the air is sharp and cold against your bare skin, but my body burns for the heat of your mouth. I sit high on my silver throne, legs slowly parting, the sheer white silk of my gown sliding up my thighs until you can see the soft, glistening folds between them. “Worship me,” I command, voice like a winter wind. “Start with body worship and do not stop until I allow it.”
You crawl forward. Your hands first, then your lips. You press kisses to the arch of my foot, the delicate bone of my ankle, trailing higher over the smooth, cool skin of my calf. I shiver—not from cold, but from the way your tongue begins its slow climb. When you reach the sensitive hollow behind my knee I let out a soft, royal moan. Higher still. My thighs part wider for you. The scent of my arousal mixes with the clean, crisp air of the ice palace. You bury your face between them and I reward you by gripping your hair, guiding you exactly where I need that tongue.
Body worship is the only language I accept tonight. You lick long, slow strokes along my slit, tasting the wetness that has already soaked through my lace. My clit is a perfect, frozen pearl under your tongue; every flick makes my hips lift from the throne. I pull the straps of my gown down, freeing my full, high breasts. Pale nipples harden into tight pink peaks in the chill. “Suck them,” I order. You rise just enough to take one into your mouth while two fingers sink deep inside my dripping cunt. The dual sensation—hot mouth on cold flesh, thick fingers stretching me—makes my head fall back against the icy carvings of the throne.
I keep you there for long minutes, using your mouth like the devoted subject you are. When I finally stand, gown pooling at my feet, I turn and bend over the arm of the throne so you can continue the body worship from behind. My ass is perfect, round and firm, and I demand you spread me open with both hands and feast. Tongue deep in my pussy, nose pressed against my tight little hole, you worship every inch until my legs shake and clear juices run down my thighs onto the marble floor.
Only when I am dripping and aching do I allow you to rise and claim me. I push you onto your back on the fur rug before the throne and straddle your face again, grinding my soaked cunt against your tongue while I lean forward to stroke your cock. “This is how an ice princess takes her pleasure,” I whisper, lowering myself onto your hard length in one smooth, freezing-hot slide. The contrast of my cool, tight walls around your throbbing heat makes us both cry out. I ride you hard, breasts bouncing, nails scoring your chest, demanding you keep your eyes on me the entire time. Every thrust is another act of body worship—you giving everything so your princess can take what she wants.
When I finally come, the orgasm crashes through me like an avalanche. My cunt clamps down, pulsing, flooding your cock and balls with my release. I keep riding until you follow, filling me with hot cum that feels almost scalding against my icy core. I stay seated on you, breathing hard, a wicked smile on my lips.
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