When April yelped and nearly jumped out of the chair when he tongued her, Simon had to smile.  His tongue's heat provided that little extra kick to her cold quim desperately looking for any sort of stimulation.  He licked her one more time, teasing some more ice water out of her pussy.  It was deliciously cold with that trace of juice that was distinctly April, his lover.  However, he was tired of beating around the bush and wanted his main course now.<br/><br/>Simon got up and as he did, he lifted April up from the chair to sit on the table, pushing back the long forgotten dish of rice to give her space.  He all but tore off his boxers and his cock jutted forward like the prow of a ship sailing into uncharted seas.  Simon wondered what it would feel like in April's pussy with all the ice still caught there.  Only one way to find out...  He positioned his cock at her opening and slide in home.  Immediately, he let out a hiss of surprise as April's pussy was both boiling hot and stone-cold at the same time.  He felt the ice cubes slide around his rod.  Simon pulled April close, running his hands through his lover's hair.  "Let's melt the icicles in here..."