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Mrs. Claus the Cumslut 3
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The moment Ryan thrust into me, everything else disappeared. One second I was pinned against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, dress bunched at my hips; the next he was buried to the hilt inside my bare pussy, stretching me wide and deep with no barrier between us. The feeling was overwhelming: hot, thick, pulsing, the head of his cock nudging places I hadn’t felt touched in months. I gasped against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as my walls clenched around him instinctively.“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against mine. His breath was ragged, whiskey-scented, eyes squeezed shut like he was fighting for control. “You feel… Jesus, Jessica, you’re so wet.”I rolled my hips, taking him even deeper, loving the way his whole body tensed. “That’s because I’ve wanted this for so long,” I whispered, voice shaking with need. “Wanted you raw inside me. Don’t hold back. Please.”He didn’t.His hands tightened under my thighs, lifti
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The company Christmas party was always a mess of cheap wine, forced cheer, and secrets spilling out after the third round of drinks. This year it was being held in the ballroom of the downtown hotel, all twinkling lights, fake snow on the windows, and a DJ playing the same tired holiday playlist on loop. I’d been looking forward to it for weeks, not for the bonus announcements or the awkward Secret Santa, but for him.Ryan. The married IT guy from the third floor. Tall, quiet, with dark hair that always fell into his eyes and a wedding ring he never took off. We’d been flirting for months, little things at first: lingering by the printer, “accidental” brushes in the break room, emails that started professional and ended with just enough heat to make my pulse race. He was careful, always pulling back at the last second, but tonight I could see the alcohol loosening him up. He’d had at least four whiskeys, and every time our eyes met across the room, the look lasted longer.I was the fl
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Mark tugged on the Santa belt like a leash, pulling me off the couch and down onto the soft carpet in front of the Christmas tree. The twinkling lights bathed everything in red and gold, reflecting off the wrapped presents scattered across the floor. My knees hit the plush rug first, the tiny red skirt still bunched around my waist, nipples throbbing from his earlier bites.“On your back,” he commanded, voice thick with need. “Right on the presents. I want to fuck you while you’re surrounded by all this holiday bullshit.”I scrambled to obey, stretching out across the pile of gifts. Boxes crinkled and ribbons crushed beneath me as I lay back, legs falling open wide. The wrapping paper was cool and slick against my bare skin, some bows digging into my shoulders and ass. My pussy glistened in the tree lights, swollen and dripping from the pounding he’d already given me.Mark knelt between my thighs, still holding the belt loosely in one hand. He stroked his cock slowly, eyes raking over
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Mark’s eyes were almost black with lust as he hauled me off my knees and onto the couch, pushing me down onto my back. The Christmas tree lights twinkled behind him, casting red and green glows across his bare chest while he loomed over me. His cock jutted up hard and slick from my throat, veins pulsing, the head flushed dark and wet.“You want every hole wrecked?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. He reached for the thick black Santa belt still looped through his discarded pajama pants on the floor. “Then you’re gonna take exactly what you asked for, you filthy little Mrs. Claus.”I spread my legs wide without being told, the tiny red skirt riding up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy completely. I was already soaked—had been since I put the outfit on—and my clit throbbed visibly under his gaze. My nipples poked hard through the cutouts, begging for attention.Mark looped the Santa belt around my throat like a makeshift collar, buckling it just tight enough that I felt the pressure
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Christmas morning had always been sweet in our house: gentle wake-up calls, coffee, presents with the kids. But the kids were with their grandparents this year, and I had been planning something far less wholesome for weeks.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, admiring the outfit I’d ordered online and hidden away like a dirty secret. The “Mrs. Claus” costume was pure filth: a tiny red velvet skirt that barely covered my ass, white fur trim brushing the very tops of my thighs. No panties, of course; every time I moved I could feel cool air kissing my bare pussy. The top was even worse: a corset-style bodice with deliberate cutouts around my nipples, the fur-trimmed edges framing my hard pink peaks like they were on display. Thigh-high white stockings and red heels completed the look. I looked like a porn star’s version of Mrs. Claus, and the thought made me throb.My husband, Mark, was still asleep downstairs on the couch where he’d passed out after too much egg
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I turned around slowly, legs still shaky from the orgasm that had just torn through me. My jeans and panties were tangled around my knees, pussy throbbing and dripping, pine needles clinging to my sweater where it had ridden up. He stood there stroking his cock, thick and glistening with my cum, eyes locked on me like he was starving.“On your back,” he said, voice rough and commanding. He nodded toward the stack of Fraser firs behind me. “Right there on the trees. I want to watch you take it.”I didn’t hesitate. I kicked off my boots and shoved my jeans the rest of the way down, stepping out of them completely. Naked from the waist down, I climbed onto the pile of loose branches, the soft needles scratching against my bare ass and back as I lay down. The cold air kissed my soaked pussy, making me shiver, but the heat in his eyes burned it away.He stepped between my spread thighs, gripping my knees and pushing them back toward my chest. The position opened me completely, my swollen l
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