Semua Bab P*rnstation: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Christmas Tree Lot Quickie 2He didn’t make me wait.The second the words left my mouth—“Fuck me”—his eyes flashed dark and hungry in the dim light. He hauled me up from my knees by my arms, spinning me around so fast my head spun. My hands landed on the stack of Fraser firs in front of us, the fresh branches soft but prickly under my palms. The sharp scent of pine filled my nose as he pressed against my back, his thick cock hot and slick from my mouth sliding along the crease of my jeans.“Get these off,” he growled in my ear, voice rough as gravel. His big hands were already yanking at my belt, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down my thighs along with my soaked panties. The cold night air hit my bare pussy like a shock, making me gasp, but then his fingers were there—two thick ones sliding through my dripping folds, spreading my wetness from clit to entrance.“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” he muttered, circling my clit once, twice, making my knees buckle. “This what you came

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

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

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

I stayed on my knees longer than I planned, the cold concrete biting through the thin blanket but I barely felt it. My jaw ached deeply now, a dull throb that matched the desperate pulse between my legs. Cum coated my lips in layers—some fresh and slick, some already drying and tacky—mixing with my saliva and lipstick into a filthy gloss. The mistletoe above the hole looked ridiculous in the dim colored lights, swaying gently as another draft whispered through the basement. Upstairs, the party carried on: laughter, clinking glasses, that same looping playlist of holiday music with its cheerful lyrics mocking what was happening down here.The sixth cock pushed through—average length but incredibly thick, veins bulging, the head already shiny with pre-cum. I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as I forced it deeper. My throat protested at first, sore from the abuse, but I relaxed and took him all, nose pressing against the rough plywood. He gro