Mark’s eyes were almost black with lust as he hauled me off my knees and onto the couch, pushing me down onto my back. The Christmas tree lights twinkled behind him, casting red and green glows across his bare chest while he loomed over me. His c**k jutted up hard and slick from my throat, veins pulsing, the head flushed dark and wet.
“You want every hole wrecked?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. He reached for the thick black Santa belt still looped through his discarded pajama pants on the floor. “Then you’re gonna take exactly what you asked for, you filthy little Mrs. Claus.”
I spread my legs wide without being told, the tiny red skirt riding up to my waist, exposing my bare p***y completely. I was already soaked—had been since I put the outfit on—and my c**t throbbed visibly unde
