The Ice Cold Orgasms

Iona Grace hangs in a steel stock, head bowed, wrists pinned. Isis Love keeps the machine buried between her legs and never lets the pace drop. One hand swings the whip, the other guides the thrusting dildo. Each lash paints Iona’s pale skin the same angry red as her hair. When the ice bath slides into place, cold shock rips through her right after the first big orgasm. Her body shakes so hard the stock rattles. Another climax is forced out of her while the freezing water laps her thighs and tits. She jerks, gasps, comes again, ice water splashing from every tremor. The crowd watches a girl’s pleasure turn to ice-cold pain with every fresh contraction.