(First part) When Daddy remained silent, she continued, “Well, I’m glad you do. But here’s the thing: as much as I’d love to share a drink with Santa, I prefer having his cock buried deep inside my pussycat. Let’s say it’s my Christmas present to Santa.” Richard allowed a small laugh. Minutes later, he had her on her back on the storeroom floor, their pieces of clothing scattered here and there and all around them. Richard kissed her along her slender neck and jawline, ample breasts, and sternum in between, listening as she moaned against his earlobe. While he took one of her nipples into his mouth, he gently rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, pinching the tiny bud now and then. Amanda’s body buckled underneath his own, but Richard, by then, was […]
