The Gingerbread House - prt 3“Breakfast time!” called the witch from the kitchen the next day. It was the beginning of Gretel’s third day at the gingerbread house. The past two days had been a blur of cakes, pastries, sweets, and desserts of all kinds—a blur that had found its way into Gretel’s ever-hungry mouth, and onto her ever-growing boobs, ass, thighs, belly, arms…basically every inch of her.The Gingerbread House - prt 3
“Coming!” came the sound of Gretel’s voice from down the hall, where her room in the single-floor gingerbread house was located. The witch could hear the sound of creaking floorboards as the hungry girl neared the kitch
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