Imagine how the ice rubs against my skin, slowly melting with each movement. I slide it over my pantyhose, feeling the contrast between the cold of the ice and the heat that rises through my body. My hands guide it through each curve, wetting the fabric as the water slides, increasing the tension. Each touch is a sigh of frozen pleasure, as I revel in the sensation of cold against warm, knowing that each gaze focuses on how ice turns to liquid desire.