Mark tugged on the Santa belt like a leash, pulling me off the couch and down onto the soft carpet in front of the Christmas tree. The twinkling lights bathed everything in red and gold, reflecting off the wrapped presents scattered across the floor. My knees hit the plush rug first, the tiny red skirt still bunched around my waist, n*****s throbbing from his earlier bites.
“On your back,” he commanded, voice thick with need. “Right on the presents. I want to f**k you while you’re surrounded by all this holiday bullshit.”
I scrambled to obey, stretching out across the pile of gifts. Boxes crinkled and ribbons crushed beneath me as I lay back, legs falling open wide. The wrapping paper was cool and slick against my bare skin, some bows digging into my shoulders and ass. My p***y glistened
