The blizzard showed no signs of stopping. Snow piled higher against the windows, wind screamed through the trees, and the roads remained completely buried. We were snowed in for at least another full day, maybe longer. The tension inside the house had grown almost unbearable. Every glance from Mr. Reed or Noah made my p***y throb with need. Every casual touch left me wet and aching, my body constantly on edge.
All day they teased me mercilessly, building the fire higher. In the kitchen while I made coffee, Mr. Reed came up behind me, pressed his broad chest against my back, and slid one big, rough hand straight down the front of my tiny sleep shorts. His thick fingers found my already dripping slit and rubbed slow, firm circles around my swollen c**t while his deep voice growled low in my
