The storm kept raging through the night and into the next day. Trees groaned outside, rain hammered the roof, and the road remained completely blocked. No rescue crews, no cell signal. We were truly trapped, and the tension in the cabin had turned thick and electric. Every look from Mr. Kane or Ethan made my p***y throb. Every accidental touch left me wet and aching.
All day the teasing became unbearable and filthy. While I was washing dishes in the kitchen, Mr. Kane came up behind me, pressed his hard body against my back, and slid one big hand straight down the front of my shorts. His thick fingers found my already soaked slit and rubbed my swollen c**t in slow, firm circles while his deep voice growled in my ear, “Still dripping from last night, Lena? Your tight little cunt is greedy f
