Xmas preparations

Capri Cavanni pressed Chris against the half-trimmed Christmas tree. Tinsel brushed her bare shoulders as she sank to her knees. She opened his belt with one sure hand, freed his cock, and took him straight into her mouth. Her brunette hair spilled across her face while her full tits pressed together beneath her. Chris’s fingers tightened in her curls. She sucked him slow at first, then faster, wet sounds mixing with the soft clink of glass ornaments. He pulled her up, bent her over the low couch, and drove into her from behind. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her with every thrust. When he was close, he spun her around again. She knelt once more, eyes locked on his, mouth open, tongue out. He came across her lips and tongue, streaks landing on her cheek and chin, white against her flushed skin.