Sindy and Christmas

Sindy Dollar stands by the half-trimmed tree, tinsel still cool between her fingers. Boredom creeps in quick, so she drops the ornaments, spreads her thighs, and slides a glossy red bulb straight into her slick cunt. She rocks back on her heels, breath catching each time the glass shifts and fills her. The room smells like pine and sex. She works the bulb deeper, knuckles brushing her clit, until her knees buckle and the tinsel slips from her hand.