“Merry Christmas, babe,” she said with a husk.

“Oh… shit.”

The cocoa butter sheen of her skin captivated me and I tugged those broad hips in close for a taste of her delicious lips and tongue. My erection lined up with the bow’s tail and I pushed through the boxer flap to move it aside for access to her clean-shaved mound.

“Mine?” I asked.

“Yours.”

I lifted her leg and rested it on my shoulder as my slippery Christmas gift sucked me in – palms overflowing in gleaming, brown butt-cheeks.

She whimpered and rolled her hips while staring.

“All… yours.”