A Steamy Christmas Mistake

IT was midday, the worst time to arrive in the Philippines. As Demie came out of the plane, she felt the heat reflecting off the tarmac. Demie was already sweating before she even reached the arrivals lounge. She dragged her two suitcases, she just did what she had to do to get out of there. Until she got out of the airport and waited aside. According to her Aunt Kareen, someone will come to get her. And just moments later, a black Ferrari 458 Italia pulled up in front of Demie. She was still wondering if that’s the one who’ll pick her up, and she only confirmed it when the side door window of the car went down. As the window slowly rolls down, Demie then thought that she didn't know who would come to get her. Could it be, Alastair? But when she saw who it is, her mouth fell open. It was Alessandro. The oldest son of her Aunt Kareen. His striking blue eyes gaze at her black orbs. And Demie couldn't help herse

DEMIE and Sandro went downstairs to the living room one after the other. It’s already 9 pm, and Demie doesn’t know if they’re done cooking. She's somewhat ashamed because she hasn't helped anything at home. "Oh, dear, look at you, Demie! You're dazzlingly perfect! Am I right, Sandro?" both Demie and Alessandro were surprised by the woman's sudden question to him. But Sandro just played along. "Yes, Mom, you're right. She's really dazzling… and irresistible," Sandro said, the corner of his mouth turned up. His mom squealed as Alastair immediately scolded her asking such things, but Demie immediately smiled when he looked at her.Alastair immediately approached her to get her attention. "You're more than perfect, Demie," Alastair said as he took Demie's right hand and kissed it. Demie immediately smiled, the Aly she knew— the wholesome one. The one she’s had a crush on before.

DEMIE woke up feeling something on her below. As she looks down, the sight of Sandro lapping her wet c*nt welcomed her. Sandro noticed Demie's movement so he stopped what he was doing for a moment. "Goodmorning, sweetheart. Breakfast in bed," Sandro playfully said. He didn't wait for Demie's response, he reached for her soft ass as he dives once again. Demie throws her head back as his tongue penetrates her sweet p*ssy. Her hangover starts wearing off. Funny, it's the best medicine for a hangover. Her round breasts are moving up and down with her heavy breath intake. Sandro is enjoying licking her sweet cream seeping out from her p*ssy, making Demie cries out of pleasure. As Demie is nearing her zenith, Sandro suddenly stopped. Breathlessly, she looked at Sandro and she saw his chin and near his lips covered with her juices. He suddenly stands up, so Demie sees that Sandro isn't wearing anything either.

SANDRO’s mother was eating with Sandro's friend, Venice when they got to the dining area. Lots of food was lying on the table. And Sandro's mother immediately smiled big when she saw Demie.   “Finally, Demie, you’re here! Come, sit here next to me,” Demie couldn't complain anymore when the woman pulled her to sit next to her. Sandro sat in the middle, now between him was Demie and Venice on each side.   "Auntie, who is she?" Demie looked at Venice when she asked. She was already looking at her, looking strict.   "Well, she's Sandro's fiancee," the woman giggled after answering. While Demie's eyes widened at what she heard. She couldn't keep quiet, she looked at Sandro but he was looking at her with a smile.   “What? Fiancee? Sandro, is that true? ” Venice asked with furrowed brows.   “Yes, Venice. She’s soon to be my wife,” Sandro replied. He doesn’t take away th

DEMIE gave herself one last look over the full length mirror on her room. She curled her below the shoulder hair and applied some light make up on her face, while her lips are in full red. She’s wearing Alexander Vauthier’s stretch satin bell-sleeve tie-waist dress that has the same color of cherry. She looks like a gift that is ready to be unwrapped by someone, Demie giggled to the thought. Before leaving, she did not forget to bring her Gucci small matelasse leather shoulder bag that’s in the color of white, which she equipped with her phone and so on. While on her way down the stairs, Demie felt her phone vibrated. It was Sandro, who sent a message, asking her to come down already. Demie even laughed when he said that his mother was preventing him from going to her. She can clearly imagine his furrowed brows. She replied, ‘I’m coming :)’.  Sandro on the other hand, he was a