What are the secrets hidden within the walls and cellars of Whispering Ice Manor? What happened to the three brothers who built it?
“Baby, please? Don’t do this to us?”
He kissed her again. Julie couldn’t help but get aroused when his fingers tore at the buttons on her blouse and almost ripped it off. She wore no bra. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples rising to meet his eager lips. “Brian, please don’t,” she managed, although the words were half-heartedly spoken. Her libido betrayed her. He deftly yanked down her sweatpants, her panties, his fingers stroking her cleft. She felt her nether lips swelling with desire, start to throb, that familiar wanting ache settled in her pussy, her clit matching the pounding of her heart as the sensitive nub betrayed her, hardened and throbbed. His thumb settled on it and rubbed it gently in a circular motion. Julie groaned and arched toward him. Her legs, bound by the pants, wouldn’t cooperate. All she wanted to do was spread them wide and give him full access. But he held her like that, his hands on her hips, his tongue lapping at her bellybutton, licking, sucking, then slowly tracing a path down to her clit. He sucked it hard, suddenly. At the same time, he entered two fingers and started working her gushing opening. She flung her head back and moaned.
“Tell me you don’t like this,” he said in a hoarse voice, then attacked her clit again.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her body burned with the need for him, wanting him, aching for that fabulous cock. “Brian, take me? Please?”
In answer, he sucked the juices from her pussy, then swirled his tongue around, licking the burning walls of her vagina.
Finally, he yanked one pant leg further down and off her foot. Julie sank to the floor. Deftly, he swiveled her so she sat on hands and knees. Spreading her legs, she felt his cock rub up and down her slit, her bum crack, felt his pre-cum trickled down to mingle with her own juices. A loud gasp broke from her lips when he slammed into her forcefully. “Yes, yes, oh, yes. Harder, please, fuck me harder.”
His thrusts were harder than ever, desperate, as if to prove his love, his need. Julie felt release building. His hands gripped her hips, his breathing loud, and his body trembling against her backside as he came. She felt her own release match his and waited as he pulled her buttocks hard against him and stayed within her for a few minutes.
When Brian withdrew his now flaccid cock, she sank to the floor and pulled up her pants. He lay beside her and tried to take her into his arms, but she rolled away. “Brian, that was great, but it’s not going to solve our problems.”
“Dammit, woman! I thought you’d forgotten about your little tirade after this.”