[ They certainly are. An excuse to visit the bathhouse, maybe? What could possibly go wrong with that.

Sylvain smiles as he watches Olivine spill again, pulling back to slowly siwl his tongue around one pebbled nipple, even as he trails what’s left of the melting ice cube down Olivine’s side. ]

And here I was just thinking I should try giving you a blowjob with an ice cube next. Just to see how that would feel. Mmm. Maybe next time? [ He tacks on, wickedly. ]