<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - upstairs BDSM room<br/></em><br/>Finally the torturous feeling on her snatch was gone, when the ice-cubes had all but withered completely away. What remained was a chilly feeling that ran right up her tunnel and created perpetual goose bumps all over her body. She opened her eyes again and looked up at Dark, only to see him slowly but surely wrap his belt around his hand… It was more than a threat now, he meant to use it on her… She shivered in anticipation of the stinging crack of the leather.<br/><br/>She stirred when his warm and blood-soaked cockhead touched her freezing labia. It made her moan as the sensation was something unlike anything other she had ever felt down there. When the warning came about the screams, she braced herself, and then a dual scream escaped her throat.<br/><br/>One was pleasurable confusion as his warm cock buried itself deep up her cold gasp. She bit her lower lip when she was filled by a warm rod that brushed heavily up against her cold walls. At the same time a jolt of warm pain hit up her spine as a deep welt was left where his belt had hit her thigh. Her cold cunt now gripped his cock even tighter as she felt the air disappear out of her lungs. Another thrust and another crack of the belt followed and she screamed her voice raw.<br/><br/>Soon her entire inner thighs were a deep red color, and warm pain burned up her body. All the same, there was a cold core where her frozen cunt was, and that was equally being tortured by his thick rod that was ripping it to pieces. She was desperate and starting to get a little panicky when he shouted at her at the top of his lungs. She squeezed him harder and harder with her walls, wanting to milk the warm goo right from his rod, in spite of her discomfort and pain.<br/>