❄️ Since He Couldn’t Plow The Snow… ❄️
By Brea Lynn
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Brea
❄️🌨️ Snow fell thick and quiet outside the windows… the kind of day where the world goes soft and slow.
Brea stepped into the living room, her designer boots crunching on the fresh blanket of snow that had piled up overnight. She let out an exasperated sigh, tossing her long, dirty blonde hair over her shoulder.
Her gaze fell on her snowed-in companion — Jason, a pathetic college classmate who had somehow managed to tag along on this luxurious ski trip courtesy of her father’s connections. She let out a disdainful snort. What a loser.
“Brea, when’s the road crew gonna get here and clear us out?” Jason asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he gazed out the window at the snowdrifts.
Brea smirked, sauntering over to the fireplace to throw another log on the flames. “I don’t know, maybe when pigs fly and you stop looking like a drowned rat,” she retorted, flipping her hair.
Jason shot her an annoyed glance. “Hey, cut me some slack. It’s not my fault we got stuck here.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Brea purred, turning to face him with a wicked glint in her hazel eyes. “Maybe if you had half a brain, you would’ve brought a snowmobile or something. Then you could drive me to the slopes every morning like the little lapdog you are.”
Snowed in… and bored 😈❄️
Jason scowled, but Brea just laughed, the sound rich and mocking. She strolled over to the bar, mixing herself a drink with practiced ease. “You know, since we’re stuck here together, I suppose I can entertain you,” she said, taking a sip of her martini. “But don’t expect me to be your little hostess.”
Jason’s eyes widened as Brea set her glass down and approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Entertain me, huh?” he stammered.
Brea reached out, running a manicured nail down his chest. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Jason. You’ve been eyeing me all weekend like a piece of meat. Don’t play coy now.”
She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him to his feet and kissing him hard, her tongue darting into his mouth with brazen dominance. Jason’s hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, his body responding to her press against him.
“Get on your knees,” Brea commanded, stepping back and yanking off her boots. Jason hesitated for a moment before sinking to the floor, his eyes fixated on the arousal evident in her skimpy ski pants.
With a smirk, Brea hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed the fabric down, revealing her glistening pussy, slick and bare. “Don’t make me wait,” she threatened, grabbing a fistful of his hair and guiding his face between her thighs.
Jason’s jaw dropped as he found himself face to cunt, the musky scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He licked his lips, and Brea grinned wickedly, spreading her legs wider.
“You’re so pathetic, Jason,” she sneered, her voice thick with lust. “But maybe this’ll make you forget all about your silly snowmobile dreams.”
With that, she tangled her fingers in his hair, riding his face as he forced his tongue into her wet heat, his lips and chin slick with her juices. Brea moaned, her control slipping as she ground against his mouth, her hips jerking with each thrust of his tongue.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” she gasped, reaching down to toy with his rigid cock through his pants. “Get me off, you pathetic little cockslave. Show me what you’re made of.”
Jason obeyed, suckling her clit and plunging his tongue deep, feeling her legs tremble and quake as she approached her climax. With a final, savage thrust, Brea tipped over the edge, her back arching as she came hard, her cunt convulsing against his mouth.
Panting, she pulled away, smirking down at him as he licked his lips, still hard and aching. “You’re not off the hook yet, Jason. I’m not done with you.”
Grabbing his hand, she led him to the bedroom, stripping off her remaining clothes with languid movements. Jason followed, his eyes devouring the sight of her flawless, curvy body, his cock throbbing with need.
As she climbed onto the bed, Brea commanded, “Wrap those pathetic limbs around me and fuck me like you mean it, Jason. I want to feel you inside me, even if you are too much of a loser to clear a damn road.”
Jason didn’t hesitate, his hips meeting hers in a series of hard, desperate thrusts as he claimed her body, his cock pistoning into her slick heat with primal urgency. Brea moaned, her nails digging into his back, urging him on as they rutted together, lost in a maelstrom of lust and domination.
And so the night wore on, Jason pleasuring Brea in every way he could, making up for his perceived shortcomings with his eager submission to her cruel whims. As the sun began to rise, Brea finally relented, her body sated and her dominance asserted.
Rolling onto her side, a satisfied smirk displayed across her lips. “Maybe this snowed-in situation isn’t so terrible after all,” she purred, reaching out to stroke Jason’s cheek. “You might just prove useful after all.”
❄️ Snow days are better with Brea. ❄️
Call me and let me warm you up…
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