Red satin barely covers her when he yanks it off mid-kiss. Stockings stay on for now as his gloved hand slips under them—fingers already wet from how ready she is. Cock swells against her thigh while she licks the candy cane syrup off his lips, then drops to her knees without warning. No Santa hat here—just a belt buckle digging into flesh as he flips her onto the armchair. Ass up, face down, legs spread wide enough for him to shove two fingers inside while his other hand grips that monstrous BBC cock. ‘Take it all,’ he growls between bites of eggnog-laced breath.
