Home For Christmas: Part Two

Christmas is hollow without Jillian and Karla tangled in the same bed. Jillian lies alone in the dark when Karla slips through the door like sin wearing red lipstick. The surprise tastes better than any wrapped box. They twist together on wrinkled sheets, bodies already warming the room. Karla hands over pink-and-grey lace and Jillian climbs into it slow, giving her a rear view that lands like a dirty promise. No gift to trade back, so Jillian sticks a red bow between her tits and calls herself the present. Karla rips the bow off with her teeth. She shoves Jillian’s knees wide and eats the slick heat between her legs until strings of spit mix with the mess on her chin. Three fingers sink in deep, curling hard, working that spot Jillian never says out loud. Jillian pays it forward, pulling Karla over her mouth, sucking long pussy lips while Karla bounces and grinds, smothering her with every wet slap. They roll into sixty-nine, tongues flashing, thighs shaking. Karla takes control again, knuckles disappear, and Jillian soaks the sheets, cunt pulsing loud enough to hear. She screams when she breaks, soaking Karla’s wrist with a Christmas orgasm that leaves her shaking and grinning under the tree lights.