The holidays are all about giving, aren’t they? Well, tonight, I’m giving you something unforgettable—something you’ll replay in your mind long after the twinkling lights are gone.
Dressed in nothing but a tiny piece of red tulle, teasing white cotton balls, and my glittery red cowboy hat, I slipped away from the festivities to give you the gift you’ve been craving all season long.
I lean against the wall, my black thigh-highs hugging my legs, and my red suede boots clicking softly on the hardwood. I know what you want—what you didn’t get this Christmas. And I’m here to make it yours.
“If we’re quiet,” I whisper, “I’ll show you what’s underneath.”
My fingers find the heat between my thighs, the fabric of the tulle slipping aside to reveal glistening skin that aches for your touch. I move slowly, teasing myself as I imagine your eyes drinking in every detail.
“Do you see how my pussy begs for you?” I murmur, sliding my fingers inside, feeling the slick warmth I wish was yours.
I bring my fingers to my lips, tasting myself as I lock eyes with the imaginary version of you standing in the room. “Would you smell me? Bite me? Lick my fingers clean?”
This moment is ours—stolen and fleeting, but enough to keep us burning. Until we can finally be together, let this be your Christmas fantasy.
You’ve been good, haven’t you? Or maybe just good enough.
Merry Christmas, lover.
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