"No, you are holding back. I want you to tell me what you want. I want to hear you talk dirty, prove just how much of a dirty little girl you are, how much of a slut you can be," He watched her body react to his words, and his actions. He reached down and slapped her pussy once more, "Now try again."
He said, force in his voice, while he slid that ice back up along her stomach and then back down, pushing the ice beneath the waistband of her panties, and down over the thick lips of her core. Letting the cold ice rest against her clit, pulling his hand out but leaving the ice there as it cooled and froze against her. Melting against the heat.
He then lifted both hands up and cupped both breasts, squeezing them hard, pinching both of her nipples with a tight twist, "I want you to dirty your lips for me with your words." He was trying to break her from her innocence, loving the little torture and give and take. It was arousing to him.