The witch circled them slowly, her eyes raking over their bodies with a predatory gleam. XXX “Cross my heart,” she said with a smirk, her voice light and teasing. Gretel’s hands tightened on his shoulders as she felt his breath against her most intimate place. Hansel waited, his body trembling with the effort to hold still, until Gretel let out a shaky breath and nodded again. I want to see it. Gretel nodded, her lips parting, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Hansel nodded, his breath quickening as she pulled down his pants, revealing his hardness. “I’m—I’m going to—oh, God—”
Her body went taut, a strangled cry escaping her lips as pleasure crashed over her in waves. With a final, powerful thrust, Hansel spilled himself inside her, his release surging through him in waves of pure ecstasy.
