My arms behind my back like that made my bare boobs stick out quite nicely, an irresistible feature for Garvey. He started out rubbing his hands over them, then he rolled my nipples in his fingers, pulling them gently. It felt really good. Knowing that he planned to transition from sensual fondling to rougher treatment added a thrill of anticipation for me, and probably for him as well. He played with my breasts like that until I closed my eyes and gave a soft moan as I enjoyed the sensations.
That was apparently the cue he was waiting for, as mere seconds after my eyes closed, he slapped my breast hard from the side. I gasped into the ball-gag, as he used his other hand to slap my other breast just as hard. He cupped my breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples a couple times, then resumed smacking them. He wasn’t content with a few slaps. Instead, he set up a steady rhythm, alternating between each breast, with maybe a second or two between slaps. After six or seven of them to each of my now-red breasts, I was steadily moaning into the gag.
His cock was hard by now, and he paused to stare at me, while he stroked it a few times. Then, he resumed his fun with my tits. Instead of the side-to-side slaps, he switch to bring his hands up from beneath them, slapping my under-boob. He didn’t alternate, but used both hands to slap them at the same time. He paced his slaps so that each new slap came just as my boobs were dropping back down after bouncing upwards from the previous slap.
My breasts aren’t massive, but they are what most guys would consider big, and I’m pretty proud of how firm they are. Maybe because my boobs were bouncing so dramatically, he seemed to like this even more than the side-to-side slaps, so he spent even more time smacking them this way, giving each of them ten or twelve solid slaps. I’m not complaining, having my tits treated like this is a huge turn-on for me, and my pussy was definitely wet by the time he was done.
He sounded slightly out of breath, either from exertion or excitement as he said to Damon, “Untie her arms. I want her to be able to lean forward.”
Damon silently complied while Garvey went to the bar and picked up the ice bucket. He dumped some of the ice out, and replaced it with some water from the tap. Returning with it, he told Damon to hold my arms behind my back, and to bend me forward, which he did.
He slowly raised the ice bucket up from below my downward-dangling breast, stopping just as my nipple dipped into the icy water. Reflexively, I jerked upwards against Damon’s grip, removing my nipple from the water. Holding the bucket in one hand, he wound a bunch of my long blonde hair around his other hand, and used it to pull me back down. This time, my nipple dipped into the frigid water and stayed there. I gasped as the shock of the cold ran through my breast. He gave me a moment to get used to how that felt, and then he lifted the bucket, submerging most of my tit. I tried to jerk upright again, but he used his firm grip on my hair to immediately pull me back down, keeping my tit in the cold water.
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