Last Christmas As Miss Novelas e Histórias

"Your turn to lay back for Santa's ride..." I groaned as Astrella's slick pussy clenched around my spent cock, her juices and my cum already leaking out in a filthy mess between us. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. That wicked grin of hers split wide, eyes flashing like the ornaments on the tree outside our window. The bedroom was bathed in those multicolored twinkles, casting rainbow flecks across her sweat-glistened skin, turning her into my own personal holiday slut show. "Round two, Dax," she purred, lifting off me with a wet pop, my cock springing free shiny and half-hard, strings of our mixed cream connecting us like tinsel. "You're gonna watch Santa's elf bounce on this North Pole

“What?!” Lilith burst into loud laughter immediately while Aldrich struggled not to smile. “No!” I cried out. “You're lying! I can't miss Christmas.” Aldrich finally laughed softly. “Relax, troublemaker. Christmas isn't over yet. We still have six hours before the day ends.” My expression brightened instantly as exitement bubbled inside me. “Oh thank Goddess!” I tried sitting up. “Then I need to dress up because I refuse to look like this during Christmas.”

They are both weirdos. I walked near the gate and pressed the doorbell twice. I waited a minute here outside before a maid wearing it's uniform is coming on my way. “What can I do to you, Miss?” she asked nicely. “Ahm, is Lysias there inside?” “Why are you looking for her? May I know who am I talking with?” “I'm Christmas. She told me that I can come so that I am here,” I replied. “Christmas? Yea, I know you. She told me to assist you if you came,” she said, “Please, come in and I will lead you to her.” She opened the gate and I stepped inside.

Massive fireworks exploded in the skies as they stepped out of the event hall, and the two took a moment to appreciate the beauty that smeared the skies. "Merry Christmas in advance, Mr. Axel." Lisa said to Axel, who looked at her and then replied. "Merry Christmas." The ride was silent, so Lisa tried to make small talks. "So what is your plan for Christmas, Mr. Axel?" "Do I have to have one?" He replied, dryly. "Of course." Lisa said strongly. "It is necessary to have a fun Christmas." "Do you even go to church?" Axel scowled at her. "I don't have to go to church to have a fun Christmas." Lisa retorted.

Daniel in the middle, a gay looking male on his left and on his right was— Camelle Houston, the trending makeup artist. She went viral when she made up the first lady of the United States. How did Damon get her to come here? How much would that cost? “Can we come in ma'am?” Camelle asked. I nodded, quickly coming back to reality that I was gawking at them. “ please.” Daniel stayed back while Camelle and the gay looking man walked in. “I would be waiting downstairs.” I nodded and Daniel left. Then I faced Camelle and the man with her bag. “I'm Camelle Houston and this is my assistant, Gerald Tyler. We are your make-up artist and designers for the day.”

NAILA’S POV A cold gust of wind brushed past my face, ruffling my hair as I pushed the door to the cabin open, the hinges creaking as I stepped inside. Finally. Warmth. The room smelt of wood and the lingering smell of ashes. Just what I needed for a Christmas holiday. Snow brushed against the fogged up windows, dimming the cabin as I collapsed onto a cushion, wrapping my coat tighter around my slender frame. Seven freaking hours on a plane. One whole hour of paperwork to confirm that I had rented out the cabin for Christmas. Still boiling over the fact that I lost my only job and had to start over. What I fucking needed right now was a nap and some peace ofㅡ

Was it a Christmas miracle or was it just her hallucinating their entire conversation? She opened her mouth to argue, but the sound of footsteps interrupted them. Kol appeared again this time urging her to come with him. “Shall we?” he asked this time, putting a hand out. Looking between him and Chad, she asked. “Am I missing something?” Kol chuckled, though it didn't sound like he found anything amusing. “We're supposed to find our Secret Santa pair and talk, you know? Figure out what they might like?” “Oh.” She nodded.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

"Mrs. Couser was just being impulsive the other day. You know how she is. Short fuse. Don't take it personally." When I still didn't answer, she moved closer. "I need a favor. My son sent me this limited-edition toy, and it's arriving today. Can you watch for it and hold onto it for me? I don't trust delivery people leaving packages in the hallway anymore." I almost laughed at the nerve. A few days ago, she was standing there accusing me to my face. Now she was acting like none of it happened and asking for favors again? "Mrs. Tate, did you forget? I'm not holding packages anymore."

Michael particularly liked the pony rides a local farmer had provided, and Melody was pretty sure he’d stay glued to the back of that horse all day long if Reid didn’t tempt him down with the promise of a trip to Delaney’s for a muffin. Once the sun started to drop below the horizon, the Christmas lights began to twinkle, and the crisp air had a note of magic in it. Melody had always thought Christmas Eve was the most magical night of the year. A light snow began to fall as she and Reid walked hand in hand—Michael grasping her other hand—toward the church so that he could get ready for the Christmas concert. He was skipping along, attempting to catch snowflakes on his tongue, bubbling over w