Merry Fucking Xmas

Xmas morning, he brings her a box. She opens it, sees the black lace set, and smiles like she’s been waiting for the right excuse. The straps barely cover her big tits, but she slips into it anyway, right there by the tree. The moment the fabric hugs her curves, his cock swells in his jeans. She turns, modeling for him, letting the thin straps ride up her ass. He can’t keep his hands off. The holiday fucks start slow, then turn animal. He bends her over the couch, lingerie still on, big dick driving deep while she moans his name like a prayer. The room fills with the sound of skin and breath. She climbs on top, riding him hard, tits bouncing in lace. Every thrust makes the ribbons slip, but neither of them cares. They fuck like it’s the only gift worth opening, sweating and swearing through the season’s best sin.