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Lily Harlem Bridget's always been a good girl hoping for the perfect Christmas present, but it's not until her dirty desires are exposed in a very public dream that she gets the ultimate dirty treat to rock her festive season.
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Excerpt From: Candy Canes and Coal Dust
Meltingly soft reindeer fur tickled Bridget’s naked behind. She squirmed in delight, closed her eyes and nestled deeper into the rug. Beside her, a huge log fire crackled. It heated her skin, danced through her hair and filled the room with the tangy scent of pine needles.
Letting out a contented sigh, she offered no resistance as the hot young man—who had no name, just a perfect, angled face—pushed her thighs apart, clamped them in place with big, determined hands and began to lap at the soft folds of her pussy. Blood pooled in her pelvis and she bowed her spine towards his mouth in time with his glorious rotations around her clit and the rhythmic pumping of his two longest fingers.
Above her, another man—same angled face and mop of blonde Nordic hair—offered his long, swollen cock for her to suck. Eagerly she parted her lips, flattened her tongue into a bed of moisture and pulled him in. A groan erupted from his mouth and a long, low rumble came down her nose. His hands clasped over her ears as he began to thrust in and out, over and over, the speed and tempo building with each plunge. The sound of pulsing blood rushed through her ears, whooshing and beating—it roared like a jet engine travelling at full throttle.
She tasted the salty tang of precum and knew he was close, his desperation peaking like her own as the expert attentions at her sex continued.
But this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Without having to voice her desires, the two men flipped her onto all fours. The fur was soft on her knee caps and smooth under her palms. Before she knew what was happening, Guy Number One had settled beneath her and was guiding her down onto his enormous, erect penis.
Bridget dropped until she was filled to capacity then clenched him with eager muscles, drawing him in, higher and higher. She began to move, rocking as he gripped her hips with urgent hands and encouraging her movements. Her clit rubbed against his soft, straw-coloured pubes and she felt the delicious tug of orgasm once again.
But it still wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
She murmured and pushed tails of damp hair from her face, “More, more…please, more.”
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