Dirty Christmas
My pussy throbbed, untouched since my interruption.
I pushed him back, dropping to my knees on the plush carpet. “Your turn. I've wanted a young cock like yours.” His eyes widened as I unzipped him, freeing his dick—thick, seven inches, veined and curving up, balls heavy below. He was shy, hands hovering, but I didn't care.
“Elena, you don't have to—“ he started, but I cut him off, licking the underside from base to tip. He groaned, knees buckling. “Shit...”