The fireplace crackles as my stepsister’s hands slide under my sweater, her nails tracing my abs. Her breath is hot against my neck, her lips parting as she whispers, “Let’s make this Christmas unforgettable.” The scent of pine and spiced wine fills the air, mingling with the musk of our arousal. Her fingers deftly unbutton my jeans, freeing my cock, which stands at attention, eager for her touch. She sinks to her knees, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip, her eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, you’re so hard,” she murmurs, taking me deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around my shaft, her lips tight and wet, driving me wild. I groan, my hands tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. “That’s it, baby, suck that cock,” I growl, my hips bucking. She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening cock. “I want you to fuck me,” she says, standing and stripping off her clothes. Her tits bounce free, her pussy glistening with anticipation. I spin her around, bending her over the couch, her ass high and ready. I tease her entrance with my cock, feeling her wetness. “Please,” she begs, and I thrust deep, her walls clenching around me. I pound into her, my balls slapping against her clit, her moans filling the room. “Harder,” she cries, and I oblige, my rhythm relentless. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I grunt, feeling my climax build. I pull out, spinning her to face me, lifting her onto the couch. I kneel, my cock poised at her entrance. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” I tell her, and she nods, her eyes wild with need. I thrust in, her pussy gripping me like a vice. “Yes, yes,” she chants, her nails digging into my back. I feel her orgasm, her walls fluttering around me, and I let go, my cum flooding her pussy. “Fuck, that’s it,” I groan, collapsing on top of her. “Merry Christmas,” she whispers, her breath hot on my neck. “Indeed,” I reply, my cock still twitching inside her. “Let’s make this a tradition.”
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