Glacielle leaned down, and her cool breath blew over the crying head of Lucian's cock. She had a wicked little smile on her face.
"You're going crazy down here... is it that good?" Glacielle asked while stroking him.
"Ahh... yeahhh..." Lucian enjoyed it while having a thought. "She's so sweaty, and she smells so... amazing."
"I can feel her cold temperature for some reason... like when you open a fridge, and it only makes my cock even harder."
She flicked her tongue out and gave him a single, teasing lick that went along the ridge of his glans and licked up the pearl of moisture that had formed at the tip. She craved the taste of him, which was salty and a little bitter. It exploded on her tongue.
"Smoochh... you still tasted so good, Master..."
Lucian's voice, rough with desire, made Glacielle's heart race with anticipation. "Wait, Glacielle, I think I have an idea..."
"Hm?" Glacielle tilted her head. "What kind of idea?"
"Let me just..."
