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hot tingles across her body.
    “Pump her with it,” Wicka instructed Hansel.
    Hansel pushed the remainder of the popsicle in and out
of Gretel, and licked every where the melted ice dripped out of her. The whole
process started over. The cold, the numbness, the warm strokes of Hansel’s
tongue, the jolts of fire streaking throughout her body and peaking at her
nipples.
    Her breasts needed attention. Wicka seemed to pick up
her desire because she yanked down Gretel’s bra and cupped Gretel’s breasts
with gentle touches. Her hands felt cool and soft. They wasted no time in
making Gretel’s nipples hard. Prickles of delicious sensations danced across
her chest. Wicka was staring at her, nostrils flaring with desire. Was that
love in her eyes? Or was it sorrow?
    All the while, Hansel licked and sucked on her,
thrusting his tongue as deep as he could go to melt and burn away the ice
inside of her.
    That was strange. One of her legs felt free to move. Gretel
noticed her ankle on the hidden side of Wicka was no longer tied up. Hansel had
probably untied her.
    So that was his plan. Hansel would untie her while
Wicka was distracted.
    Hansel’s head still mashed between her legs, he kept on
servicing her, sending waves of heat washing through her. Gretel noticed that
the only thing left of the popsicle was the stick. The rest had melted inside
of her and had been swallowed by Hansel.
    Gretel’s eyes widened. Wicka was taking out three more
popsicles. Lemon, lime, and watermelon.
    “Let’s get her motor really going.” Wicka unwrapped all
three and handed them to Hansel. “Shove all three of these up inside her at the
same time.”
    Hansel took and held the three popsicles by their
sticks in one hand. Gretel wondered, Can
he see by my face how anxious I am at the prospect of all that cold inside of
me?
    “Hand me the chocolate sauce first,” he told Wicka.
    “Mmm. I like where this is going.” She went to the
countertop of ice-cream toppings and snatched the plastic bottle of chocolate
syrup.
    Hansel took it and held the three popsicles upright
with one hand as he poured the chocolate sauce over them with his other hand.
    Coating it with chocolate was a good idea. Maybe it
wouldn’t feel as cold.
    “Jack those things in and out of her,” Wicka said.
    Hansel checked Gretel’s face. Gretel noticed he was
waiting for her consent. She nodded.
    He pushed all three popsicles inside her. Cold! Cold!
Cold! She felt her pussy stretch wide to accommodate them. Hansel pulled them
out a bit and pushed them back in. The stretching of her pussy felt incredible.
As he thrust the popsicles in and out of her, they started to melt. She
clenched and realized it was a mistake. The constriction made the popsicles
slide off of their sticks as Hansel pulled the sticks out. Now she was filled
with the slush of three popsicles.
    Cold! Cold! Cold!
    Gretel tried to push them out, but Wicka thrust two
fingers inside.
    “Nuh, uh.” Wicka wiggled her fingers, stirring the
slush. “Hansel is going to have to suck them out. After all, he needs to be
properly trained on how to please you.”
    Hansel poured more chocolate syrup over Gretel’s pussy
and licked up the mix of chocolate and melted ice. His tongue was so hot
compared to the lingering slush inside. The sensation made her groan.
    Wicka had an arm around Gretel’s shoulders and started jack-hammering
her fingers into Gretel, igniting sparks between her legs. Wicka clamped her
mouth over Gretel’s breast, and those sparks turned into an all-out bonfire.
    Gretel felt herself close to climax.
    Wicka’s tongue swirled around her nipple and Hansel’s
licks became more fervent. Was he getting turned on by the sight of Wicka at
her breast?
    Gretel no longer felt the popsicles anymore. They had
completely melted away out of her pussy and down Hansel’s throat.
    Wicka removed her fingers and grabbed the bottle of
chocolate sauce from Hansel. Hansel kept on sucking Gretel. Wicka poured