Christmas plays

Christmas Eve. Three friends—Aliza, Abby, and Alisa—turn the quiet house into a playground of lights and glitter. They want the rooms ready for the next night's party, or so they claim, but the decorations wait untouched. Each girl chose a costume for their private game: Aliza buttons a tiny red Santa jacket over bare skin, Abby slips into sheer white wings and lace panties, and Alisa fastens silver garters against flushed thighs. No lists, no workshop—just the want they carry for one another. Fingers find zippers, then skin. Mouths open on quick breaths. They taste each other's nipples, paint them wet with tongues, and keep tasting until every soft peak pulls tight. A vibrator hums to life. Aliza slides it between Abby's spread legs and circles her clit while Alisa kneels behind, spreading her cheeks to lick slow circles over her ass. Juice coats Abby's folds; she pushes back for more. Alisa switches, sinks two fingers deep into Abby's cunt, knuckles bumping her front wall while the vibrator works above. Abby comes with a soft cry, legs shaking, drops landing on the hardwood. Aliza flips next, and the others don't rest. Abby sucks the silicone head and presses the wet toy against Aliza's clit, circling while Alisa's tongue fucks her from behind. Climax builds fast. Aliza bites her lip and comes hard, clenching around nothing, wetness sliding down her thighs. Finally, Alisa sprawls across the sofa. The girls kneel between her legs, trading duties—one tongue circles her swollen clit, the other tongue dips inside her slit and fucks upward until her hips jerk. She gasps, fingers gripping red velvet, and the wave hits. Alisa's orgasm bursts wet across both eager mouths. They swallow, lick each other's chins, and collapse together in a sprawl of wings, ribbon, and bare limbs. Their gift? Orgasms loud enough to rattle the tinsel on the tree.