Simon alternated feeding potstickers to April and feeding himself by hand.  He enjoyed April's fingering show and the moans of pleasure each stroke elicited.  When the last dumpling was eaten, he placed his greasy fingers against her lips.  "You are doing much better, April.  But don't let it go to your head.  Rest your hand for a moment and lick the fingers that fed you clean."  Simon waited for April to comply as he brought the bowl of ice over.  There was a bit of melt in it but the ice cubes would suit his purpose well.<br/><br/>Simon picked up an ice cube and toyed with it for a moment as he gave April a wicked smile.  "Rubbing your clit, wanting me to fuck you here must be causing you to boil.  Your pussy is running hot, my love..."  He touched the cube against April's clit for a moment.  "It's a good thing that we have some ice to cool you down."  Simon then began to rub the cube against her slip up and down, spreading the coolness over her exposed flesh.