do.
The woman returned to suckle and lap at her clit. Soon she was awash in an icy, electric fire that filled her with bliss. Behind her, her man parted her ass cheeks and tilted her apple-shaped bottom higher in the air. She let out a shrill cry when his hot tongue traced up and down her crack, poked inside her anus. Her screams of pleasure elicited applause from the crowd. Some of the gathered party-goers began erotic dances of their own, as if in tribute.
Fingers wet with salvia now slid up inside her rectum. Her eyes rolled back in her head under this assault of hot / cold, pleasure / pain sensation. Her legs went weak, and the lover behind her had to dig his fingers in, grip her hips hard just to keep her upright. She also braced herself on the masked woman’s shoulders.
Once she was well lubed up with spit, the lover behind her slipped his steely cock up her anus. She squealed and cooed as the shaft filled her with scorching sensation. He was only a few thrusts in when she came hard, shivering and shaking atop the ice phallus once again.
She pulled off the icy shaft, unable to take the cold so deep inside her any longer. But she left her ass high in the air, telling her lover to “finish and cum all over her.” He did as she requested, then he and the masked lady cleaned her up with eager tongues. The room filled with uproarious applause.
***
The cab dropped Mickie and Hunter off and Hunter tipped the cabbie well. He was feeling happy and particularly generous. Part of him questioned his craziness tonight—having a foursome with his twin brother, step sister, and patrol partner was so unlike him. He was the reserved one, the responsible one. But even the responsible one needed to get a little wild sometimes.
He threw an arm over Mickie’s shoulder and smiled down at her. At some point during the night she’d managed to pin her hair up, and she’d also picked up a pink newsboy cap. He had no idea where or when, but she did look as cute as a button with only wisps of hair poking out the pastel cap. He hugged her close and kissed her forehead as they staggered to the front door.
She moved back from him a bit, stopping just past the looming pine that grew near the side of the house. “Hunter…I just want to tell you that—”
Her words were stolen away as a black glove closed over her mouth, smothering her scream. Hunter lunged and went to grab for her, but something thick and metal slammed into the back of his skull.
His eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing he saw was a masked figure dragging away the woman he loved.
***
Hard Rock Stepbrothers Part 4
“You aren’t Sally?”
The man that stood over Mickie was pale and spattered with freckles. His dark auburn hair contrasted starkly with his blanched face. He’d just turned the light on in the tiny shack, and now he gaped at a bewildered Mickie, looking just as perplexed as she figured she did.
Her head throbbed and her throat felt like sandpaper. Hunter sat propped up beside her. His hands were bound behind his back with thick rope and a dingy white gag was tied over his mouth. He was out cold, and a small thread of blood glistened on his temple.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Mickie croaked. She found her hands were also tied behind her back, but their captor hadn’t gagged her yet.
Their captor slid a chair across the slat board floor and straddled it. He crossed his arms and rested them atop the back, then propped his chin on them while he stared at her.
“The boss is gonna be pissed.” He sighed and closed his eyes. His face crinkled up, like he was thinking hard on this situation.
Mickie looked at her stepbrother, Hunter, and worried. What had this asshole done to him? And what had he done to her? She felt groggy and her head and shoulders ached like a rotten tooth.
As she stared at the guy, she realized this had to be a corrupt cop who was a part of the cocaine trafficking story she was working on for the Saint John’s
The woman returned to suckle and lap at her clit. Soon she was awash in an icy, electric fire that filled her with bliss. Behind her, her man parted her ass cheeks and tilted her apple-shaped bottom higher in the air. She let out a shrill cry when his hot tongue traced up and down her crack, poked inside her anus. Her screams of pleasure elicited applause from the crowd. Some of the gathered party-goers began erotic dances of their own, as if in tribute.
Fingers wet with salvia now slid up inside her rectum. Her eyes rolled back in her head under this assault of hot / cold, pleasure / pain sensation. Her legs went weak, and the lover behind her had to dig his fingers in, grip her hips hard just to keep her upright. She also braced herself on the masked woman’s shoulders.
Once she was well lubed up with spit, the lover behind her slipped his steely cock up her anus. She squealed and cooed as the shaft filled her with scorching sensation. He was only a few thrusts in when she came hard, shivering and shaking atop the ice phallus once again.
She pulled off the icy shaft, unable to take the cold so deep inside her any longer. But she left her ass high in the air, telling her lover to “finish and cum all over her.” He did as she requested, then he and the masked lady cleaned her up with eager tongues. The room filled with uproarious applause.
***
The cab dropped Mickie and Hunter off and Hunter tipped the cabbie well. He was feeling happy and particularly generous. Part of him questioned his craziness tonight—having a foursome with his twin brother, step sister, and patrol partner was so unlike him. He was the reserved one, the responsible one. But even the responsible one needed to get a little wild sometimes.
He threw an arm over Mickie’s shoulder and smiled down at her. At some point during the night she’d managed to pin her hair up, and she’d also picked up a pink newsboy cap. He had no idea where or when, but she did look as cute as a button with only wisps of hair poking out the pastel cap. He hugged her close and kissed her forehead as they staggered to the front door.
She moved back from him a bit, stopping just past the looming pine that grew near the side of the house. “Hunter…I just want to tell you that—”
Her words were stolen away as a black glove closed over her mouth, smothering her scream. Hunter lunged and went to grab for her, but something thick and metal slammed into the back of his skull.
His eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing he saw was a masked figure dragging away the woman he loved.
***
Hard Rock Stepbrothers Part 4
“You aren’t Sally?”
The man that stood over Mickie was pale and spattered with freckles. His dark auburn hair contrasted starkly with his blanched face. He’d just turned the light on in the tiny shack, and now he gaped at a bewildered Mickie, looking just as perplexed as she figured she did.
Her head throbbed and her throat felt like sandpaper. Hunter sat propped up beside her. His hands were bound behind his back with thick rope and a dingy white gag was tied over his mouth. He was out cold, and a small thread of blood glistened on his temple.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Mickie croaked. She found her hands were also tied behind her back, but their captor hadn’t gagged her yet.
Their captor slid a chair across the slat board floor and straddled it. He crossed his arms and rested them atop the back, then propped his chin on them while he stared at her.
“The boss is gonna be pissed.” He sighed and closed his eyes. His face crinkled up, like he was thinking hard on this situation.
Mickie looked at her stepbrother, Hunter, and worried. What had this asshole done to him? And what had he done to her? She felt groggy and her head and shoulders ached like a rotten tooth.
As she stared at the guy, she realized this had to be a corrupt cop who was a part of the cocaine trafficking story she was working on for the Saint John’s
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