He lets the ice slowly slip in my pussy and I scream for the sudden cold sensation. He grins, takes the ice out and puts it in a glass.

He's about to prepare a Manhattan. He knows I have a huge fetish for bartending. I watch him from the bed while he works, pouring the cocktail in the same glass where he had put the ice from my pussy.

I know what he craves: he will drink our favourite cocktail from my vagina.