You follow her into a dark room. "This is actually the janitor's room but we had a ref installed," she says matter-of-factly as she switches on a dim yellow light.
You notice the ref at the far corner, and watch her place ice cubes inside an ice bag. "The smell's more pleasurable now that we're in a smaller room," you remark. She motions at you to move closer.
She then lifts the ice bag onto your swollen cheek. As you get hold of the ice bag, your hand brushes lightly against her arm. You see the glint of her teeth as she grins lightly.
Without warning, a couple of ice cubes spill out of the bag, as you realize that she hasn't twisted the cap tight enough. You also notice wet spots starting to form at the front of her shirt, as she frantically unbuttons the first two buttons of her jeans. She slightly pulls up her shirt and you hear more ice cubes fall to the floor.
"I'm sorry, I got you in a mess," you apologize. "Here, let me help you," you say as you pull out a hanky and wipe the drops of water around her navel. She raises her shirt higher without offering to take the hanky from you.
You are not sure whether to continue, but your growing hard-on forces you on.
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