I’m thinking about you right now as I lay in my bed. I’m thinking about what I’m going to do to you for our belated Christmas celebration together. I get wet imagining it…
Your mother will be out for the night, leaving the house completely empty for us to explore our sexual perversions. You’ll be lying on your bed, watching television as I make an excuse to go to the bathroom and carry my overnight bag with me.
I take off my clothes one by one until I’m all but naked. My fingers plucked my nipples that have grown hard from the cool air. I feel the growing ache in my pussy begin to drip with anticipation.
To get into the holiday cheer, I slip into my cupless velvet bustier in red and pull the matching velvet thong up my legs. The flimsy scrap of fabric is wet in seconds. I put in the fluffy Santa’s hat on my head and examine my body in the mirror. Applying another layer of red lipstick to my lips, I look out myself. I look like a whore ready to be fucked. I can’t wait. My pussy’s throbbing and staining my velvet thong. I pinch my nipples again and leave the bathroom. Opening your door, I noticed your lights are dimmed and you’ve turned in the Christmas lights.
You see me, your eyes locking into my eyes that are darkened with primal sexuality. You stand up immediately from your bed, wearing a smirk on your face. I can only imagine the things you’re thinking about doing to me. I shiver from the endless possibilities.
“Merry Christmas!” I say playfully, walking towards him with my hips swaying side to side. I place my hands on his chest and stand my toes before whispering into your ear, “You’ve been a bad boy and you’re going to get what you deserve.”
Then I turn my back to him and press myself against him, my buttocks pressing against his growing cock.
“Mmm… Looks like you can’t help how naughty you are,” I moan, grinding my ass against his hard cock, teasing him with each rub. “You’re thinking about fucking me.”