Page 39 of Inherited Holiday

She reached for her bra and took that off too.

“Be careful, Santa, or Mrs. Claus may come down your chimney.”

I grinned, pulling her to me. Within seconds, I was lying on top of her. I purposely trailed my callused fingers down the slit of her pussy.

“I prefer to give rather than receive. After all, I am Santa. I’m used to going all night.” Lightly brushing my fingertips farther down her slit, I slowly slid her panties to the side. “Feels like Mrs. Claus is having a very wet Christmas.”

She panted, “Right there.” She tried to glide her tongue into my mouth, but I jerked back, not allowing her the satisfaction.

At least, not yet.

She whimpered in disapproval, craving my mouth.

My tongue.

My taste against hers.

Her pussy betrayed her, tightening around my fingers.

“Where, baby? Here?” Her wetness slipped down the palm of my hand, coating the sleeve of my Santa suit.

Body quivering…

Thighs trembling…

Hips starting to fuck my hand…

“Yes…”

So close to coming apart.

“Tell me, do you want me to put you over my knee?”

“No…”

“Then tell me, how many guys have you been with?”

NOELLE

I immediately opened my eyes. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” I coaxed, hoping it would work.

“Is that right?” he asked in a devilish tone.

His eyes held nothing but mischief as his finger went right to my clit. He breathed into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and throughout my entire body.

“You’re not being a good girl…” He slapped my pussy, catching me off guard before returning right to work, and that was exactly what he was doing.

Working me over.

“That feel good, baby?” he rasped as he continued his assault on my clit.

“Yes…”

“Then answer the question, or I’ll stop,” he taunted.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

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