A ChristmASS Story

I gently place my wine glass down on the coffee table and straddle you. Your expression is an invitation in and of itself.  Your hands slip under my dress and I feel the soft touch of your fingertips delicately glide against my bare skin, sending shivers throughout my body. You pull my dress off and jerk me towards you so your face is inches from mine. Your eyes are nearly shut and your lips parted slightly open, waiting for me to kiss them under the mistletoe. I do.
       I yank your shirt off and toss it over my shoulder and your expression changes from zeal to concern. I turn around to see it rapidly burning in the fireplace. Panicking, I attempt to go rescue it but you hold me firmly on your lap. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I say. You take my chin in your hands and insist not to worry but out of the corner of my eye I see you clandestinely snatch my little dress in your hands. “No!” I cry out.

“It’s only fair,” you claim. I try to snatch it from your hands but your arms are far longer than mine. I know that the only way I’ll get it back is to make it up to you. I get down on my knees. "Please," I say. You slightly lower your hand and sit back. I tuck my fingers under your belt and begin to pull at it. "Please, baby?" I ask, cocking my head and tugging your zipper. I pull your hard dick out. "Come on, baby, please?" I whisper, my lips brushing against the tip of your throbbing member with each word. You’re speechless. I feel the lace on my panties soften as I get wet from teasing you. I tuck my hair behind my ear and wrap my fingers one by one around your cock, gazing at it ravenously. You crave more.

You pick me up and throw me on the bed. I roll over and arch my ass up, wriggling with excitement. You eagerly rip my panties down and stuff my Lelo vibrator into my pussy. You shove it in and out until I cum, lurching forward. While I whine and recover, I hear the clatter of you clumsily unbuckling your belt. My bratty whimpering turns into a loud, “ahh!” when I feel the most ultimate pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat while you let out a deep, grumbling breath. Your massive cock pushes deep inside my tiny cunt. You take a moment to enjoy the tight and warm sensation before you begin to really fuck me. You grind hard and fast, pulling and bending me into whatever position you desire. Just when I think I can’t handle any more, you cum inside of me with a loud grunt. “Santa’s going to put you on the naughty list,” you say breathlessly.

“That makes two of us,” I murmur before falling asleep tangled in the sheets and each other.


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