Under the Mistletoe

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nched my nipple. “Have you been a good girl this year?”“Not as good as I’m going to be.” I pulled his pants down as I dropped to my knees. With a smile, I licked the head of his cock. He jerked toward me, pushing against my lips. Impatient, I engulfed his hard length in my mouth, using my tongue to make him groan and twitch.He let me work him for a few minutes, but he quickly pulled from my mouth, leaving a wet trail across my cheek. His fingers grabbed my chin as he looked me over, then pulled me to my feet. “Come on.”I stumbled behind him down a hall into an empty room. He pushed me over a desk in the corner. I braced myself with my hands on the shiny surface, tipping my hips up and widening my legs. “No mistletoe in here.”There was the glow of Christmas lights from a house nearby shining in the window. “We have mood lighting.” Over my shoulder, he covered himself with a condom from his pocket.He slapped my ass. “Tis the season to give.” His cock pressed against me and then slid into me. With a sigh of pleasure, I arched against him, pulling him deeper. My body squeezed around him as we pounded together. “Merry fucking Christmas.”I laughed, then moaned as his fingers pressed against my clit. “Harder,” I cried, stretching for him.He rubbed me, and I rocked my hips in rhythm with his motions. His grip on me held me as we shot through the stratosphere together, straight to heaven, where the stars exploded behind my eyes.I felt the man behind me quaking, his moans shaking me deeper into pleasure. And we collapsed on the floor together, sated and exhilarated. He kissed me again. Softer this time. “Merry fucking Christmas.”“And a happy new year.” I replied with a smile and a kiss.More From Asrai …</b

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I pulled his pants down as I dropped to my knees. With a smile, I licked the head of his cock.

The Christmas party was in full swing. As I edged toward the doorway with my drink in hand, a handsome man in a Santa hat stepped toward me. I stopped and looked up with a giggle. “I think we’re under the mistletoe.”

He followed my eyes, then wrapped his hand around my lower back. “So we are.” His lips lowered to mine and brushed across. I nipped at his bottom lip and he took the bait, his mouth opening, allowing me to lick the inside.

He clutched the back of my dress as he met the thrusts of my tongue. His hands slid from my lower back up my sides and brushed over my chest. I pushed toward him, encouraging more, then my hands dropped to the front of his pants, feeling the effects of the kiss.

“I think it’s supposed to be a kiss under the mistletoe,” he said as I tugged at the zipper.

With a smirk, I looked around the party. Santa had an elf over his lap and was spanking her bare ass. Mrs. Claus had her robes wide open and one man sucked on her breasts and a second had his head between her legs on the sofa. The man in front of me wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I was showing more skin than clothing.

“Not here.”

He tracked my gaze, then pinched my nipple. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

“Not as good as I’m going to be.” I pulled his pants down as I dropped to my knees. With a smile, I licked the head of his cock. He jerked toward me, pushing against my lips. Impatient, I engulfed his hard length in my mouth, using my tongue to make him groan and twitch.

He let me work him for a few minutes, but he quickly pulled from my mouth, leaving a wet trail across my cheek. His fingers grabbed my chin as he looked me over, then pulled me to my feet. “Come on.”

I stumbled behind him down a hall into an empty room. He pushed me over a desk in the corner. I braced myself with my hands on the shiny surface, tipping my hips up and widening my legs. “No mistletoe in here.”

There was the glow of Christmas lights from a house nearby shining in the window. “We have mood lighting.” Over my shoulder, he covered himself with a condom from his pocket.

He slapped my ass. “Tis the season to give.” His cock pressed against me and then slid into me. With a sigh of pleasure, I arched against him, pulling him deeper. My body squeezed around him as we pounded together. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

I laughed, then moaned as his fingers pressed against my clit. “Harder,” I cried, stretching for him.

He rubbed me, and I rocked my hips in rhythm with his motions. His grip on me held me as we shot through the stratosphere together, straight to heaven, where the stars exploded behind my eyes.

I felt the man behind me quaking, his moans shaking me deeper into pleasure. And we collapsed on the floor together, sated and exhilarated. He kissed me again. Softer this time. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

“And a happy new year.” I replied with a smile and a kiss.

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