Christmas Angel

She kneels before the tree, bare skin glowing against the tinsel and lights. One hand slips between her thighs as she watches the ornaments swing with each slow shift of her hips. Her breath catches every time her fingers find the right spot. Across the room her friend leans in the doorway, dark hair loose over her shoulders, already touching herself while she watches. Two bodies. One blonde, one brunette. Neither of them needs wrapping paper to show what they brought.