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"Yo, Ion think they meant this with the kiss under the mistletoe thing." He chuckled.
Words that didn't actually align with his feelings.
Comfortably sprawled on the demodé couch, a can of beer still clutched in his hand, he had observed the dark haired girl fidgeting with a long forgotten cd player and skipping songs until a familiar and inappropriate tapestry of smooth instruments and moans had made its way into the living room.
When she finally turned her gaze to his, he swallowed words that he had been having in mind. "Go on." She encouraged.
"This is more of a 'meet you under the mistledick' shawty."
He has been chuckling and throwing jokes around, but the way her fingertips had been caressing the worn armrest first, and then the backrest, had him hushed into devoted silence.
"If it's a problem for you we can still change song. You don't like it?" Lexi asked, a grin that was anything but holy and mighty meandering on her doll face.
Innocent words voiced atop of filthy gestures. Long, manicured hands dragging the hems of a skirt up and over a pair of tiny thighs, over red laced panties. Slowly. Maddening. Leaving everything exposed and shiny for his viewing pleasure, for his hands to take.
"No, no.. I really enjoy this song." He muttered. Drawled, coarse words overwhelmed by naughty tunes seeping warm through the cd player.
"I've picked it just for you." She smiled, a knee bent on the armchair, offering new views and brand new areas of her skin for his eyes to feast onto.
"Why don't you just take this skirt off." He pleaded, the earthly composure of his voice finally cracking open. Stable ground reduced to crumbles because of the charging power of a knife pleated skirt.
She smiled comprehensively, sweetly. No leavened cake or Christmas pie could be any sweeter.
"Anything you want, baby."
It didn't take long for her to get rid of the skirt. To the blood flowing towards his dick instead, it felt like hours and days. She was still too covered for his tastes: coral pink sweater, red laced panties and knee socks, but he knew that waiting can be as sweet as it can be frustrating, and toleration can reap rewards.
Lexi slept a finger under the panties on her thigh, making a gesture of starting to take it off, too, as the song kept unraveling inviting and her ass swayed to the tempo. Teasing, teasing, just a never ending teasing designed to drive him insane. She could notice the fusing darkening of his cerulean eyes and the reddening of his cheeks, he was going to have his way on her no matter what. No matter how long it'd take to get there and now, the anticipation ran delicious and gratifying inside of her own body like inside of his.
"Do me a favor, baby." She hummed, one of her legs quenching the thirst by coming closer to him. He knew exactly what she meant, the thick fabric of the knee-high sock a few inches from his mouth. "Take it off."
"You like driving me mad, don't you?" He asked, devoured by that aroused frustration.
"Don't you want to unwrap your Christmas present?" She rebutted, never ceasing the smiling and teasing. As a full response, he grabbed her calf tight like he was trapping her with no possibility of escape and brought her leg closer to his mouth. She was feeling like a seized prey and the predator both, closed in his unbreakable grip and at the same time hovering tall and fierce on him, on the way his teeth would catch the edge of the sock and drag it down, leaving room for more and more inches of smooth skin.
"I can be your Santa Clause if you like." She suggested. She could bring him all he needed, all he asked for. "I can be Santa Clause for more than just Christmas."
His smile unfolded on her skin, it felt as mischievous and up for trouble as hers was just one minute before. "Whatcha think I want?"
She knew better than throwing guesses around, she'd just let the song speak for her.
Giving in to the feeling of his kisses on her legs, she just closed her eyes and started to get rid of the heavy sweater just like she did with the skirt. Now she was half naked and straddling him on that same familiar couch, just the matching lingerie was still on. The song was coming to an end, but Lexi had no intention to stop being a generous gifts bestower. Isn't that the Christmas spirit?
She thought that she could push him back to silence as the straddling she was doing on his lap turned all grinding and rubbing of lingering clothes, increasing warm wetness and thick hardness concealed inside of baggy jeans, but even Santa Clause can make mistakes. The sudden grab on her hips, the impatient sinking of short nails in her skin made her stop on her tracks, but she wanted to make him fold didn't she? Well, now she had to carry the task to the end. Her eyes closed again and his hands took the reign unannounced, pushing her into a new, more intense grinding.
"Whatcha think I want, Lexi?"
Her choked moans of pleasure wouldn't have brought her any mercy, if anything, his hardness had become too much for him to tolerate any longer. And so her hands opening wide and pressing on his chest.
"Oh, Fez.."
"Answer me."
She knew. What he wanted was for her to take the laced panties off, if there still were such things as panties, soaking wet and aroused as she was. They were that last ribbon to finally untie from the gift.
She raised from his waist to take the panties off, and Fez wasted no time. Sitting again in straddling position, this time pressing hard on his face, Lexi could finally give into the work of his tongue all over and inside of her pussy. A beaming flame of pleasure that his mouth has just ignited. The warmth spread through her pussy and, intertwined with the rough sensation of his beard on her sensitive nub, it felt like an explosion in her mouth of different flavors. Just delicious. Just perfect.
"Tell me how you want to fuck me, Fez." She begged. The idea of satisfying each and every of his dirty fantasies was akin to pouring gasoline on the fire consuming her cunt. It made her ride his face harder, chasing down intensely that feeling of him licking and sucking her. "Please, just tell me."
Against this mess of thick arousals between her thighs, she could feel his mouth stretching in a smirk again. Raw fingers spreading on her nakedness, a familiar band of cold gold around one of them making butterflies flutter excited in her belly. The work of his mouth on her juicy little bundle was all sparkles of inflammable material, but his hands caressing her skin could make her pray for eternity.
"I want your body wrapped again, this time for real.." He liked what his imagination was offering. She could tell by the tension in his fingers, the gentle pressure applied all over her and on her ass; so much that she could already taste the sight on the mirror of his hand prints on her reddened skin. She followed each word attentively like she breathed on them.
"Anything you want, Fez." She reminded him, as he paused and used his tongue to drag her clit as he liked. "Anything."
This sudden shift of control and dominance was doing wonders for her pleasure.
"Take the lights from the package and wear them." He ordered. "You wanted to be my little Christmas present, or nah? Now be it."
She followed up with his fantasies as the orgasm was starting to shake her soaking cunt to the core.
"You want to fuck me as I wear absolutely nothing but Christmas lights, don't you? You want me to be your little Christmas slut." She breathed deeply.
"Exactly."
His and only. His personal, little slut.
"We'll be doing that on Christmas night too, won't we baby?" She asked as she rocked hard. "While everyone else is being a good boy and girl, going to Church and kissing under the mistletoe.."
We'll be fucking so hard.
And as the little, naughty scenario manifested in her mind, her cunt exploded in thick and warm cunt all over his mouth. He, very careful not to let the tiniest drop go to waste.
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"I want to suck you off first." She stated, as naked as before but this time threaded in glowing lights. He was never of the idea that Lexi Howard could look any more beautiful than she already was. Now, looking at her while held tight in nakedness and shiny colors, he had to admit he had been wrong.
She looked vulnerable and ethereal, struck as she was by the contrast of her milky complexion painted and lightened by intermittence of pink, green and blue. An exquisite gift for him and him alone under the tree, the best one he had ever received.
Hit as he was by her beauty, he had barely registered how she had gone to her knees before him and how her hands had reached for the zip of his jeans.
"Planet Earth to Fez, are you there?" She joked.
"You're so beautiful, baby." He murmured. "I can't fucking believe it, yet."
"What?"
"That you're mine. Ion know what I did good to deserve you, I'm the fucking luckiest bitch alive."
There was authentic, raw innocence alight on her features as he told those words, even as she was taking his cock out of his boxers. "You're too hard on yourself. Anyone in this world would be lucky to be yours, and I'm lucky Fez."
She gave him no time to retort. Her plump lips had already touched his tip and at that, he couldn't do anything else but close his eyes and be left mouth agape at the familiar, exquisite feeling.
"You know how to make a man lose it, don't you.." He repeated, losing himself to the twirling and wrapping of tongue and red lips all over him.
"Fuck, Lexi." He murmured, his hand finding her long hair and wrapping it tight in his fist. He had to desperately hold tight on something, and he knew by experience how much she enjoyed the feeling of her hair in his grip.
"Pull, Fez." She asked, and he did. Her own, delicate moans joined his as she almost choked on his cock.
In the comfortable quietness of the living room, all that he could hear was his own helpless, feeble moaning and the sloppy sound of her mouth on his shalf. When she started to grab his balls and play with them, he started to fear that he could cum prematurely.
She sensed his rigidity and threw back some sass in the game.
"Relax, Fez. You're doing so good."
"Ion want to cum now like a fucking fourteen years old." He joked with his eyes closed and abandoned on the headrest.
"Do it, for me." She said, purring low like a cat.
Her mouth had momentarily left his cock to focus on his balls and for just a minute, Fez was sure he had stopped breathing for good. The feeling of her hand rubbing along his shalf as her tongue played with his balls was too much to bear.
"Lex- fuck.."
"Cum." She ordered gently. The sloppy, faint sound of a bop as her lips detached from his balls was what set him off for good.
She took his cock in his mouth again and fast, wanting the hot liquid of his pleasure straight in her mouth and in her throat. She could never be left satiated of him.
"Fuck, I could let you kill me one of these days." He had started breathing fast, and to Lexi, he looked like the most handsome man in the world. Chest raising frantic, cheeks tinted of red and the leftover of unexplainable pleasure contorting his lovely features.
"Now it's time you unwrap your present for good." She suggested, once she had swallowed fully and regained fresh oxygen as well. Insatiable, insatiable girl.
She had led him into the discretion of his bedroom, with no intention to step out of her little role before time. The growing need of admiring the sight of him fucking her deep in the dressing mirror, too loud to ignore.
Lexi wasted no time assuming a doggy position and, as she waited for him, she gazed at the mirror and could finally admit how right he was. She looked like a fairy out of this world, a shiny beauty, and she made a silent promise to herself that she would finally start to take his constant building up of her confidence as valid.
Feeling her ass being slapped by him was what brought her back to the present moment.
"You know what to do." She reminded him.
He nodded and reached for her loose, dark locks again, wrapping it tighter around his fist and pulling. It was definitely more intense than usual, her head unable to not follow the direction of the pulling as she moaned. The stinging pleasure was good and consuming.
They found a rhythm that worked wonders for both of them, and Lexi knew that she could be shy at times, but not so shy to avoid gazing long and lustfully at the generous sight of Fez naked and moist, grunting deeply behind her and her colorful lights. It was a doubled, magnified pleasure. The feeling of his hands touching and squeezing her tits, crushing her hard nipples under his palm, was added to another as good: the sight of his very hands in front of her, his rough and thick fingers reaching for her and her delicate skin, leaving marks and red prints like she was his canva for him to fill. Lexi only closed her eyes once, when his balls started to slap against her harder and the clapping sound was all that she wanted to focus on.
"You're so good, baby." She murmured, eyes still closed and temples sweaty. Her full cheeks were burning red and her mouth was open in an intense search for oxygen. Fez wouldn't have been able to stop looking at her face even if he tried, even if he wanted to. There was nothing more beautiful in the world than his girl.
Then, all at once, her brain registered a new, guts deep kind of pleasure: his thumb first round, and then just a bit inside of her ass, applying just the right kind of pressure and stretching her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Fez.." She groaned.
"Make me see how much you want it, baby." He said in a growl drenched in sass. She couldn't stop fucking herself on his thumb and on his cock, taking deeply his penetration and finally whimpering loud as she came.
-
"Are you sure you aren't cold?" He murmured, grabbing his sheets and folding them tight around her naked body.
"It's fine like this." She whispered. Exhausted, hair unruly, joints aching with fading pleasure as much as his own. Her fingertips touched his chin lightly and then, her thumb stroked his face with silent adoration.
"I didn't know you were this much of an exhibitionist, shawty." He teased, smiling softly and to that, her caresses found his mouth.
"Well, I didn't you your fantasies were that much.. kinky?"
"You mean the lights? Nah, it was dope as fuck." He exhaled. "One-hundred percent would do that again."
She pressed her body closer to his, so close that it might seem that his presence was the air her lungs needed.
"Of course big man, holidays are just getting started."
"See ya under the mistledick, or nah?" He said, and she laughed.