This was fun to write but ladies, do not let this serve as an excuse to give him sex as a present. Go out there and get that man a proper gift!
“Merry Christmas, babe,” she said with a husk.
“Oh… shit.”
The cocoa butter sheen of her skin captivated me and I tugged those broad hips in close for a taste of her delicious lips and tongue. My erection lined up with the bow’s tail and I pushed through the boxer flap to move it aside for access to her clean-shaved mound.
“Mine?” I asked.
“Yours.”
I lifted her leg and rested it on my shoulder as my slippery Christmas gift sucked me in – palms overflowing in gleaming, brown butt-cheeks.
She whimpered and rolled her hips while staring.
“All… yours.”
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