My Christmas Wish: Part Two

RayVeness wakes up twisted in her sheets every night, heart racing from the same filthy dream. She sees herself and Jenna Reid crouched by the fire, ripping open gifts like a picture-perfect holiday postcard. Then the scene flips. Teeth, tears, the dream yelling that their little pussy-eating game has to stop. She bolts upright, sheets soaked, swearing this shit stays buried. Forever. She finds Jenna already bouncing in the living room, empty stockings dangling, eyes full of more than just presents. RayVeness takes a breath, grabs the first box, tears the bow and the dress inside is emerald silk, cut low enough to show off the cleavage Jenna keeps staring at. Next gift never makes it to her hands. RayVeness drops her voice: Daddy doesn’t find out. Jenna grins, plants an imaginary mistletoe above their heads, then pounces. They’re kissing, tongues wet, and RayVeness folds like wet paper. Jenna yanks down the bra and latches onto her mom’s fat tits, sucking each nipple until RayVeness is biting her lip and sinking two fingers straight into Jenna’s cunt. They rip Jenna’s panties sideways. RayVeness drops to her knees, drags her tongue along soaked cotton, taste-testing her daughter through lace. Jenna’s thighs shake, she shoves RayVeness onto the chair, spreads the older woman’s legs like Christmas ham, and goes face-first into wet pussy like it’s her only present. They’re forty seconds deep when the front-door knob rattles. Daddy’s home early.