When I sort of gain my composure, Martin sprays me with the ice water and teases me some more. Just being all over me with the wand and his hands makes me weak all over again. I'm soaked, struggling to stand, I'm gasping for air and yearning to cum when Martin closes the gap between my elbows. There wasn't much room left, but that little bit was enough to push me to the edge. I was so gone, I could barely respond to Martin asking me if I wanted to cum. He knows I do, I just couldn't utter the words but when it was go-time, fuuuck... I was lost in the space of pleasure and when I came, I'm surprised the hood didn't explode along with my brains.