myerotica.com /getting-in-the-horny-winter-spirit-c6fdc4d99a97

Getting in the Horny Winter Spirit - MyErotica.com

BunsesTedses 4-5 minutes 12/12/2021

A crackling fireplace, a foggy afternoon, and Teddy doing home office today are the perfect opportunity to try on my new Santa helper outfit. A tiny red mini skirt with white fluffy tassels at the bottom. An accompanying almost see through jacket and a long hat with a cute white pompom at the top.

I hear him wind up his calls for the day and go to the bedroom to change. I look myself at the mirror. I do look good, the few extra pounds I had gained from eating my grandma’s cooking are gone. I walk to the living room where he is typing furiously on his laptop.

“Just one last sentence and this mail is…”

I see his eyes raise to look at me as the typing stops. I like that look of hunger that he is throwing at me. He does not know where to look. I move my legs side to side and see him putting the laptop aside. I walk up to him and put my foot on his knee.

I am not wearing any underwear and I can see a bulge forming in his jogging pants as I flash him. He finally looks me in the eyes and his expression of surprise changes to a ravenous look of pure lust. As I pull his trousers down he helps and pushes his boxer shorts down as well.

Freed at last his manhood springs up. I sit on top of him and move my little skirt back and forth, teasing him more. His hands move first to my waist, and then to my shoulders where he pushes my jacket down. He frees my boobs and my nipples stand up like two soldiers of sensuality ready for the attack.

I move my boobs forward and he does not know which breast to take on first. He moves his head to the right, then to the left where his lips caress my areola, and then back to the right where his tongue just latches on to me. I move my hands to his waist and pull up his t-shirt.

I can hear the wood crackling in the fireplace which is warming up our living room. The heat in his hands as he touches my skin help me come to the conclusion that we will be making love right here on this sofa, by the fireplace.

He pulls down my skirt and I move one knee up to get it out of the way. As I look down I see the tip of his hard rod shine with his precum. This becomes way too much for me and I know I have to kiss his tip and taste his wetness.

“Why do we always talk about my wetness when you also get so wet for me?”

is my question. He grumbles some kind of answer and I know that he is in no position for his brain to reason. For I also feel the wild nature take over my brain. I get on my knees in front of him and begin to kiss his manhood gently. I kiss first the sides and then down its length all the way to his balls.

His moaning increases in parallel to my desire. I move up and his hands hold my hair and guides my mouth to his. I feel the pull of his want and I smile, knowing that I have his undivided attention right now. With one hand I balance myself on the head rest of the sofa, while with the other I guide his manhood to my entrance.

And suddenly we stay still, in this connected state

He is sitting still like a bear in my flashlight. I start moving my sex slowly down his rod. Gravity is helping me and every time I move down I feel how deliciously he is opening me up.

I move my hands to his chest as he holds my hips and pushes himself all the way inside of me.

“Fuuuuck! Sometimes you are like an animal!”

Is what I tell him after I finish rubbing my vulva against his skin. I place one hand on his chest while with the other I grab his balls. And with that we start our little loving dance.

It all starts to blur. I hear him gasp for air, while I am panting. I feel my hair get in the way of our kisses, yet our tongues are not letting go of each other. I feel his hands on my back, and then how they move to my boobs. As he caresses my nipples I know he is taking me to the point of no return.

And as we cross it I close my eyes and stop kissing him. His hard and almost violent shoving is building my orgasmic cloud. Soon lightning strikes are falling over my oversexed body, and then as if in slow motion I reach orgasm. I roar more than scream and I have to push with my hands as I arch my back and feel how my pussy is convulsing against his rod.

I open my eyes and look down at him. He is looking at me with an expression of admiration. I am all discombobulated and fall into his arms. Yet my little Xmas hat is holding on. I am sure it will be off by the time I finish with him…