Hansel And Gretel Sex Novels & Stories

I growled out. “You.” Her voice was nothing but a whimper. Her body moved against my hand, rubbing her mound against the heel of my hand as I flicked my fingers inside of her. I knew what Gretal liked, I knew how to get her off. I always had. “Who owns you, Gretal? Your heart, your mind, your fucking orgasms?” “You, please, Hansel.” She was losing control and I loved it. I increased my pace, holding her firm. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but that just added to the excitement. If we were caught then the game was over.