Christmas spirit

She walks into the room naked except for a thin red ribbon looped across her breasts. Her nipples press hard against the silk. I can already smell her cunt, that raw, warm sweetness rising from between her legs. She stops at the tree, bends forward slowly, and the ribbon slides off. Her ass opens. The fire cracks behind her. I kneel, spread her wider with both hands, and run my tongue straight over the tight ring of her asshole before I even touch her pussy. She moans once, low. I lick again, slower, and feel her push back. My cock is stiff against my thigh. I stand, grab her hips, and slide into her cunt in one long, wet push. She gasps. Her body rocks forward and her tits swing. I fuck her in steady strokes, deep but even, letting the rhythm stretch out while snow falls against the windows. Each thrust makes a wet sound that fills the quiet room. She reaches back, spreads herself farther for me, and I watch my cock disappear into her again and again. I don’t stop until she starts to shake and her thighs quiver against mine.