Christmas wishlist - III.

You thought I'd skip the holidays. Fat chance. I pulled four girlfriends into a holiday shoot, bodies bare under red ribbons and nothing else. We lined up against the wall like presents waiting to be unwrapped, tits pressed together, thighs glistening from lotion. One leaned forward with her tongue out, dragging it across another girl's collarbone while the rest of us laughed, soft, low sounds like silk tearing. Fingers slipped between legs that weren't hers, found the slick heat that belongs to Christmas memories. You get a close-up on it, skin pink and wet, the kind of shot that leaves your mouth dry and your hand already busy. We knew exactly what we were giving you.