Page 14 of Curvy Girl for Santa

He follows me to the dressing room and waits outside as I put on the costume.

I suddenly feel nervous at how revealing the costume is. My tits are pushed up on display and the form-fitting top shows off all my curves. The skirt barely covers my full ass, but I take a deep breath and open the door.

Ryan’s eyes about bug out of his head, and I blush with satisfaction as I see the prominent bulge that instantly rises in his pants.

“Jesus, Anastasia,” he croaks, and then quick as a wink, he pushes me back into the dressing room and slips inside with me.

"Ryan!" I gasp as he presses me against the wall. His lips crash into mine, hungry and insistent. I melt into him, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

His hands roam my curves as I run my fingers through his tousled hair. Our breaths come in ragged pants.

"We shouldn't..." I whisper halfheartedly.

"Do you want me to stop?" Ryan asks, voice husky.

"God, no," I groan, pulling him closer.

We lose ourselves in a frenzy of heated kisses and roaming hands, the tiny dressing room amplifying our passion.

“Can you be quiet, baby?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as his lips slide down to kiss my neck.

I nod and stifle a moan.

“Good girl,” he praises me.

Ryan's finger hooks the neckline of the skimpy costume, pulling it down to expose one of my breasts. The cool air makes my nipple pucker instantly. He groans approvingly before takingit into his hot mouth. I arch into him, biting my lip to keep from crying out.

His free hand snakes under the short skirt, squeezing my ass. A finger slips under my panties, teasing my slick entrance. I whimper and grind against him, desperate for more.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he growls. In one smooth motion, he yanks my panties down. They fall to my ankles.

Ryan drops to his knees. He nuzzles his face between my thick thighs, inhaling deeply. "I've been craving this sweet pussy all day."

Then his mouth is on me, licking and sucking, coaxing gasps from my lips that I try to muffle with my hand. My other hand fists in his hair, pressing him closer. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my sensitive skin. Pleasure coils tight in my core as his wicked tongue drives me to the brink.

Just as I'm about to explode, he pulls back. I whine at the loss of contact but it turns into a gasp as he stands and spins me to face the mirror. My ass presses against the hard ridge of his erection.

Our eyes meet in the reflection, pupils blown with lust. He kicks my feet further apart and hitches my skirt up around my waist. I watch, panting, as he unzips his fly and frees his thick cock.

"Watch," he commands darkly. "Look at how good you look impaled on my cock, baby."

I moan wantonly as he notches his blunt head at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he sheaths himself to the hilt. I scream into my palm at the sudden fullness stretching me. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into my dripping cunt.

The dressing room fills with the obscene slapping of flesh and our harsh breaths. I'm lost to the intensity of his possession, reduced to breathy whines as he takes what's his.

"Come on my cock," he snarls in my ear, pinching my clit. "Let me feel this greedy cunt milk me."

His filthy words send me hurtling over the edge. My pussy spasms around him as I come undone. He follows me with a deep groan, coating my fluttering walls with his hot seed.

We slump against the mirror, chests heaving. Ryan peppers kisses along my neck as we bask in the afterglow, still joined.

Eventually we emerge, flushed and disheveled. As we pay for the elf costume, Ryan's hand lingers on my waist.

After our thrilling tryst in the dressing room, we finish our shopping in a hormonal haze until Ryan’s arms are laden with bags.

"Come back to my cabin," he murmurs in my ear.

Anticipation coils in my belly as I nod.

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