Page 37 of Naughty Santa

“Do you like peppermint, Paris?”

“So much.” She licked the candy cane again.

Joe followed suit, licking up her inner thigh and then over her clit.

She circled the tip of the candy cane with her tongue, and he did the same to her clit.

Then she sucked.

So did he.

They continued like that until the red stripes on the end of the candy cane were gone, the girth of the candy noticeably reduced, and she was breathing too hard and moaning too much to really pay attention to the candy anymore.

She let the candy cane fall against her chest, her hand over her face as she gasped and moaned, when he slid a finger into her tight, hot, wet pussy.

“Come for me, Paris.”

“Joe! God…”

“Honey, I said come.” He sucked on her clit again, sliding a second finger into her wet heat, and she came apart.

“Joe,” she gasped. “I?—”

“Not done yet.” He shifted. “We haven’t even gotten to the chocolate yet.”

“Wait.” She reached out, grabbing his wrist. “I can’t take anymore. Your turn.”

Joe looked up at her. “My turn?”

“Yep.” She wiggled under him until she could reach the closest cup. “Unzip, Big Guy.”

Joe wanted to protest and keep going because he wanted to lick chocolate sauce from her body. He wanted to drip the hot chocolate—that was significantly cooled by now—over her breasts and stomach.

However, he paused too long because she dipped her finger into the whipped cream and chocolate sauce and held it up. “I want to lick this off your cock.”

Well, then.

“How can I argue with that?”

“You can’t.” She gave him a smug grin.

Joe leaned over and kissed her stomach, then shifted to sit up.

“Shirt off too,” she told him, moving onto her knees. Then she put her finger into her mouth and sucked the whipped cream clean.

Yeah, no problem. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

“Lift up.” She reached for him, pushing denim and boxers out of the way.

Joe raised his hips, and she pulled his jeans and boxers to his ankles. She immediately returned to her main object of interest, reaching for the cup again so that she could paint his cock with whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

Just the touch of her fingers was sweet torture. Then she leaned in and licked every bit off before sucking his cock, just to be sure she got it all.

His fingers tangled in her hair, and his head fell back, as he worked on just breathing. He was determined not to come in her mouth, but damn, his girl was good.

Or just really liked chocolate syrup.

“Enough.” Joe tugged on her hair, pulling her mouth away before he lost it.

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