Ice Torture...

My nipples were at his mercy,
They begged for attention.
Standing taunt, slightly swollen,
Clipped tightly between glistening silver,
The purple beads of the connecting nipple clips.
Draped low onto my quivering stomach.
The drops from the ice cubes,
Suspended by hot fingers,
Inches above the rosy red prisoners,
Caused lightning to course through my veins,
And cum to drip from my pussy.