Miraculous Christmas Present y0AI

Title: “A Very Naughty Christmas Gift”

It was the night before Christmas, and Riku was hornier than a Japanese snow monkey in heat. His girlfriend, Yamato, was away visiting family, leaving Riku with nothing but his trusty right hand and an empty house. As he sat there in his Christmas pajamas, tapping away at his laptop, he stumbled upon a video that would change his pornographic life forever.

“Miraculous Christmas Present y0AI,” the thumbnail read, accompanied by a tantalizing image of a busty babe in a Santa hat. Riku clicked play, and his world was consumed in a sea of nipple, naughty, and nice.

The video opened with our protagonist, a balding, middle-aged everyman, sitting in his living room on Christmas Eve. He was admiring the perfect gifts he’d wrapped under the Christmas tree, when suddenly there was a loud thud at the front door. Startled, he opened it to find a-delicious and scantily-clad-debutante, raven-haired and buxom, lying on his doorstep in the snow.

“Please,” she pleaded, snowflakes adorning her ample cleavage, “I’ve nowhere else to go. I’m so cold. Please let me in.”

Smitten and horny, our protagonist ushered her inside, wrapping her in a blanket. But as her perky tits bounced free from her torn blouse, he couldn’t help but notice she was wearing nothing underneath.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, ducking her head sheepishly, “In my haste to get here, I forgot my bra and panties. Do you think you could help me out of these wet clothes?”

Our hero gulped, his throat suddenly dry. He nodded, and she stood before him wearing nothing but a scarf and a patch of flung snow, like a perfect reindeer fur rug at his feet.

“Oh my,” he gasped, ogling her luscious body, “What big breasts you have!”

“All the better to suckle you with,” she purred, pushing her tits together.

And with a suddenness that made our man spill his eggnog, she dropped to her knees, taking out his throbbing cock, and giving it a festive deepthroat welcome.

Our protagonist was in heaven, as the babe splattered white snow and red balled lights between tricks and licks. He explored every part of her supple body: her maker’s mark of a heart on her neatly trimmed pussy, her birthmark that looked like a shooting star on her left buttcheek, and the ring through her clit, winking invitingly.

He pressed her against the Christmas tree, tinsel and pine needles tumbling around them like wrapping paper confetti. She moaned as he drove into her, the plastic Santa laughing merrily from the tree-topper. He pounded and gripped her, like holding a life-sized pornographic snow globe, all that was missing was the motorized action.

They fucked so intensely that ornaments took flying leaps from the tree and smashed against the wall, only to be ground under their asses as they 69ed. The default song on his bluetooth speaker kept jumping to “Material Girl” on repeat, and it felt like a blessing, because that girl was nothing but a Christmas miracle for him.

Finally, with a vigor that should be reserved for pulling the sled during the Iditarod, the man painted the inside of the babe’s pussy with his frosting, his pearly whites almost blinding in his joyous orgasm.

Cradling her in his arms, he lifted her up, and his ultimate Christmas gift lowered herself down on his ready pole, his second round beginning as snow-dusted and as unsure as the first. Fucking through two more films (” Silent Wish ” and “R rythmic ROIA ” ) and several cups of cocoa later, they collapsed together, pooped and spent, as “The Little Match Girl” hummed in the background.

“Merry Christmas,” the Santa-clad vixen whispered.

“Only if you promise to stay until the ball drops,” he whispered back, and she favored him with a drowsy smile and “Se7en Wonders of the Av” .

At that moment, Riku let out a shudder. His own hand-pixy-spank-session ended messily, dripping Christmas cheer over the keyboard of his laptop. Smiling, he closed the lid, feeling that, whatever gifts awaited him this Christmas, they couldn’t possibly compare to the one he’d just watched.

As he drifted off to blissful, sex-tSpective sleep to ” принудительный New Year”, he dreamed about the everyman, smacking his mistress’ buttocks in the Christmas goose fat, as she made him ballies in her anus, reach the climax by “Midnight”. Miraculous, indeed.