I'm lying in front of you in pillows drowning.
Stripped all. My beautiful nudity.
And you are drinking a glass of Scotch,
With a smile, you get a piece of ice.
And I tremble, anticipating
the delight of the lips, you clung to my lips.


I will receive my reward now
And in the wake of the ice, a tongue will run through my body.
You, smiling at the ice, drop it
Into the hollow between my breasts,
And you tenderly caress them tenderly.


You are my charming villain.
You are following the ice, passionately warm,
Kissing gently, sweetly, warmly.
And you caress me like
that with your hands,
That I scream---more.....more......more.....


And now, having reached the cherished goal,
You are off the ice and clung to the girl,
I don’t breathe almost and as if I flew away.
That's what your tongue does to me.


And at that moment when it is already on the verge,
When I am ready to break and scream,
You will come into me with wild desires,
And our passion can no longer be held,
And the rhythm of madness, it is not easy to restrain.
We are completely crazy already.
But at first, you were easy and simple......
I took a small piece of ice from the glass not thinking much.