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“Nick,” my woman calls, a tremor in her voice

But behind the tre way her voice shivers

“I’m ready”

I open the door and let out a savage snarling noise, all the possessive intent in ift

She’s strewn Christlittering as though calling et-up – a modified version of the elf costume she wore the first time we met

Fuck

The green skirt cuts off just above her white frilly knee-high socks, and her shirt is pulled low to reveal the Santa-redmy cock throb

“Do you like it?” she whispers, leaning up on one elbow

The exposed flesh of her legs has radations of her full perfect body

“Like it?” I prowl over to the bed, falling to s “I fucking love it”

She whi roan as I sinkway she whiive herself to the pleasure

But I’

Yanking down her underwear feels so good, so right, especially when her tangy scent fills the air, swirling around me like a promise

I lean forward and kiss her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her sweet te my mouth to her sex

To her wet, pink, glistening sex

She gasps and wriggles againston her clit and stroking back and forth I can feel her pleasure reverberating through her ass cheeks, in the way her flesh tre, the sa for the past few days, only now there’s a note of urgency

“Freaking heck,” she ainst me

I lick her faster, tasting her needy clit, savoring the way it seeue

I’m addicted to the way she moans, the way she purier

“That’s it,” I snarl, bringingher as I move it around in small circles “I can feel how badly your body wants this, my little elf I can feel how badly your wo innocent hole nice and wet, ready for my cock Can you do that for me, baby? Can you cream for your Saint Nick?”