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chocolate syrup all over Gretel’s breasts. She rubbed Gretel’s breasts, painted
them dark with finger-painting strokes and licked them clean. That bonfire
inside of Gretel exploded into her second orgasm and she shuddered and convulsed.

 
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    Hansel wasn’t finished. He needed to untie Gretel’s
other binds. He stuck his own two fingers into her, demanding that she move on
to a third climax. Wicka poured chocolate sauce over Hansel fingers.  
    As he pummeled her with his fingers, he licked around
his fingers and collected the chocolate that dripped over her folds. While
Gretel moaned, Hansel’s cock grew. He felt such power over her, his every lick,
his every suck. Her pleasure was entirely in his command.
    “Here’s your next lesson.” Wicka poured chocolate syrup
on Gretel’s clit.
    Hansel sucked on it. The taste of the chocolate combined
with the thrill of turning Gretel on made his head giddy.
    Wicka bent over, putting her head closer between Gretel’s
legs, and grabbed his cock. Hansel tried to remain focused on licking off the
chocolate syrup, but the way the hunter squeezed his cock to full attention got
him to lean back and rest for a moment to take it in.
    “Watch and learn,” Wicka said.
    Wicka poured more syrup on Gretel’s clit and began sucking
it herself. Hansel watched Gretel’s body writhe as she squealed with pleasure. He
had never seen Gretel so beautiful. If tasting her gave her this much pleasure,
he’d be willing to do it anytime, anywhere. At a park, in a restaurant, on a
plane. That squeal of hers turned him on more than ever. He kept right on
fingering her, feeling Wicka’s tongue around his fingers.
    Wicka was pumping up and down his length and felt
incredible. Was this wrong? Was this cheating on Gretel? By Gretel’s moans of
ecstasy, it hardly seemed so. It felt more like Wicka shared with him a common
goal: to please Gretel.
    Wicka came back up for air from between Gretel’s thighs
and poured more of the sauce down Gretel’s slit. Hansel moved his head forward
to lap it up but accidentally butted heads with Wicka who was also trying for
it. Hansel and Wicka looked at each other and laughed. She placed her free hand
on his head and pushed him aside playfully as she swooped down to feast on Gretel.
    Hansel thrust three fingers inside Gretel. With his
other hand, he reached for the back of Gretel’s chair to untie her wrists.
    They might be able to take control of the situation if
both of them had their hands free. As much as they needed to stop Wicka, Hansel
was going to be sorry to see her go. She was the catalyst that sparked the
sexual chemistry between Gretel and himself.
    He was almost done freeing Gretel who was wiggling and
squealing with glee. Once free, Gretel could hold Wicka down and Hansel could
use the rope from Gretel’s binds to tie Wicka up. Once she was secured, they
could work out what to do next.
    Hansel untied the last knot. Gretel’s hands were now
free.
    But Hansel didn’t take into account the timing of Gretel’s
next orgasm. She used her free hands to push Wicka’s face into her pussy and
cried out, “I’m close. Keep going.”
    Wicka suddenly stood upright with a chocolate chin and
grabbed Gretel’s wrists. Her eyes darted between Hansel and Gretel.
    Hansel bolted from the seat, his ankles still tied to
the chair. He wrapped his arms around Wicka to hold her back from his beloved. “Please
don’t hurt her.”
    Wicka looked as though she were reassessing the
situation. She released Gretel’s wrists and said to Hansel, “Let go of me.”
    After a beat, Hansel loosened his grip and dropped his
hands.  
    “Pretty sneaky,” Wicka said at last. “But I decided a
long time ago not to go through with the assignment. You’re going to leave here
alive and well.”
    Why did Hansel believe her? There was something about
the way she said it. Maybe it was the fact that she said it at all. She could
have jumped for a weapon. She could