Hansel and Gretel With the Sexual Hunter by Liz Adams Page A

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Gretel’s lips sucking on him back and forth. And she would be excited. And she
would be eager. And she would look up at him with those incredible brown eyes, clasping
her hands on his butt cheeks. She’d hold his cock inside her mouth between her
ruby red lips and send shivers up his spine, just as he felt now. His toes would
curl, just as they were doing now. She’d bring him closer to the brink of
climax, wanting to take as much of his length down her throat, wanting to taste
his cum, wanting to swallow every drop.

 
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    Marissa was on her knees and elbows with a
cherry-flavored lollipop in her mouth. She looked through the scope at the
building across the street, enjoying the view of Hansel lathering his cock.
Watching his hand pump himself, his biceps flexing, his head tilted back, it
was enough to make her wetter than the tongue feasting between her thighs.
    “Lick deeper,” she said, her mouth full of lollipop.
The sweet, cherry-flavored juices coated her tongue and she swallowed.
    She felt the man’s hands open her cheeks further apart,
her pussy exposed to the air, and his tongue sunk deeper inside her.
    She checked the scope again. Lucky for her, Hansel had
left the door to the bathroom open. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to
see his jacking action. But since the door and curtains were open, she could
see right into his fourth floor bedroom and through the bedroom, into the
bathroom. Also lucky was that the shower doors were clear, not pixilated. True,
the steam from the shower wasn’t helping visibility, but the steam mostly
fogged up the top of the shower doors. She had the ability to see clearly from
his shoulders down. What she wouldn’t give to see the expression on his face.
    Behind her, she felt the man’s tongue slip across her
folds and swirl around her entrance with strong circles. The sensation of all
her nerves firing washed throughout her body. She pushed back against his
mouth. He alternated between flicking his tongue against her clit and sucking
it. If every part of her body could have sex on their own, they certainly felt
like they were doing it now.  
    Hansel’s hand was pumping faster. He doubled over,
bending his torso. Perhaps he was getting close.
    “Stick your cock in me,” she said.
    For a brief moment, she felt the chill of being left
alone. Behind her, she heard the sound of a condom being opened.
    Looking through the scope, she admired Hansel’s bulky
chest, his abs rippling and clenching as his thick bicep worked hard.
    Behind her, a lubricated latex-covered dick pushed
inside. It didn’t feel much different than using a warm dildo. He entered her
with a slow shove.
    Hansel looked like he was on the verge of climax. She
wanted to be there with him, feel that climax with him, shudder from orgasm
with him. Hell, she wanted to swallow him and make sure no drop was wasted.
    Damn.
    His fiancée was lucky.
    Well, not exactly lucky, but at least Gretel got the
experience of knowing what it was like to get stuffed by someone who loved you.
    In the scope, Hansel’s free hand now rested on the
shower wall. It was going to be now, wasn’t it? He was going to come.
    “Faster,” she said.
    The man behind her thrust his shaft in and out of her.
She reached under herself and rubbed, waving her hand furiously as if she could
wave her loneliness goodbye. She was close. She swallowed more of the lollipop’s
cherry-flavored juice, pretending it was Hansel down her throat.
    Across the street, through the bedroom, through the
bathroom, and into the shower, all close up as though she could give him a hand
job herself, she saw proof of Hansel’s highest pleasure spurt and hit the
shower wall. His hand white from lather, his cock white from lather, but who
knew how much of that was mixed with the cum dripping from his cock?
    Marissa screamed and felt the pounding of the man’s
long dick as he grabbed her hips with every thrust. She bit down on the
lollipop, cracking