Dirty Christmas
Skin to skin, his chest hair tickled her palms, warm and solid.
He kissed lower, over her ribs, dipping into her navel. Jojo lifted her hips as he tugged down her leggings and panties, baring her shaved pussy, lips swollen with need. The cold air kissed her wetness, but his breath was hotter, fanning her clit. 'So beautiful,' he whispered, parting her thighs.