Hansel and Gretel
Copyright 2012 Leila Bryce Sin
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Gretel shifted her hips, spreading her legs wider as she straddled Hansel. He was softer inside of her now, but still firm enough for her to enjoy. Hansel gazed up at her, his eyes heavy, and watched as she tossed her long brunette locks behind her. Her perky breasts bounced as she moved, her nipples were still pink and hard from his earlier attention and his fingers twitched with the desire to reach out for them again. Instead, he rested his hands on her thighs, slick with sweat from their rigorous lovemaking.
Gretel dropped her hands to Hansel’s chest, bracing herself as she arched and rolled her back, shifting her hips back and then forward, rubbing her swollen clit against him. Her brown eyes fluttered closed as she bit down on her lip, keeping quiet as she concentrated, not wanting to wake her parents. Hansel felt her walls constricting around him as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge of her second orgasm. He lifted his hands, calloused from chopping wood earlier that day, and cupped her breasts. They were warm and soft like dough rising in the sun; he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as she quickened her pace.