Dirty Christmas
he grunted, hips snapping fast, hand rubbing my clit.
I met his pace, breasts bouncing, chasing release. William leaned in, sucking a nipple, fingers teasing my rear entrance lightly, adding sparks.
"Together," I gasped, and we shattered, pussy milking Ethan's cock as he buried deep, filling me with warmth, no barriers in our haze.
We collapsed in a heap on the floor, bodies entwined, breaths syncing. Snow swirled outside, but inside, warmth bloomed. "This changes everything," William said softly, tracing my cheek, eyes soft with affection born of years.