I tried to say something - “I’m about to cum…” or something like that, but it would have been a lie. I was already cumming. I pushed my hips u...p -- desperate to get even deeper into her even though there was no way -- I jetted my cum into her pussy hard -- it’d been a week so the first jet came in a electricity-shock of pleasure/pain as I jerked into her. It felt like a mile long rope of thick cum going inside her. I felt a twinge of guilt...she hadn’t cum and that’s not how I like to. "...Cold..." she said.I lowered my chest to her, circling her slight frame in my arms, her own arms coming up my sides to clasp around my back. At the same time I raised my pelvis, sliding the top of my cock up along her cool, but no longer cold perineum. Then at just the right height, the tip slipped up against her. One intentional flex and my cock head slid up against her slit. Yes, hot and cold is relative. To my blood-filled shaft, her slit felt like soft ice."Ohhh. You're going to burn. But he had let go, and she had continued to stand there, not even lowering her arms, pinned there by his gaze. Until he told her to take off her blouse… And then her skirt… Chelsea had never experienced anything remotely like it: standing in front of a man and being told not only to strip but exactly what to take off and when, removing item after item under his gaze and handing each one to him as if slowly surrendering pieces of her will - which she was, and gladly.And when she’d finally. ”Paul had to go back to the SUV. He never knew what I would do in a day since I often changed my plans. As a result, he learnt to keep a bag of goodies that he might need. I knew he kept workout clothes in that bag.I never did learn what the balls are called. They are a lot smaller than a double ended bag, only a little bigger than a fist. For the most part, nobody outside of China ever used them. When I was training to fight professionally, I owned a set.A few minutes later, we are changed and.