Christmas wishlist - II.

Bet you figured I’d ghost for the holidays. Not a chance. Here’s the hottest surprise you’re getting under the tree tonight. Picture that naughty Christmas list you’ve been rewriting in your head—mine just had my girls’ names scrawled across the top. We showed up, all of us, ready to turn your Christmas Eve into one sticky, sweaty, fuck-filled celebration. Clothes hit the floor fast, tits out, asses slapped, pussies already dripping as we lined up on the bed. You got us licking and fingering each other just inches from your face, then we took turns sucking you stupid while the rest kept the action going between soft thighs and wet mouths. Moans, slurps, the slap of skin on skin—you got buried under the whole pile, our bodies bouncing, cumming, calling your name until the sheets looked like Santa’s workshop turned dirty as hell. One present unwrapped, another ride, and another load after that. Merry Christmas, motherfucker. We own your wish list now.