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ICE CUBES

Rubbing the ice cube up and down
The inside of my thigh
Water trickling down my leg
As it melts
Unaware of you inserting the additional cubes
Inside my refrigerator
My back arches as you use your tongue to
Trace the droplets
You slowly enter my ice filled refrigerator
The coldness from my snatch
And the wetness
Mixing with my fluids
You speed up your long steady strokes
As you listening to
My moans
Mixed with the sounds of your strokes
Squishing inside of
My cold,
Wet
Refrigerator
micki49
Written by micki49 (Alicia Young)
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