Naughty morning Christmas masturbation – Mini Diva

‘Twas the morning before Christmas, and all through the house, Mini Diva was playing with her pink toy, feeling naughty but somehow rejuvenated. The sun peeked through the blinds, its warm rays caressing her voluptuous body as she lay on the bed in just her lace panties and a Santa hat. Her perky, natural breasts heaved with each exhale, her rosy nipples erect with desire.

Mini Diva purred as she teases the sensitive bud hidden between her thighs, her hips rocking gently against the soft vibrations of her favorite vibrator. Her eyes fluttered closed, the morning light dancing across her fit teen body as she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

She tossed her long, dark locks over one shoulder, the other hand kneading her mound while her vibrator circled her tight slit. Her juices glistened in the sunlight, coating her fingers as they plunging in and out of her eager pussy. She imagined a virile Santa, his thick, red cock throbbing for her as he watches her touch herself.

“Oh, Santa… you want a peek under the mistletoe?” She cooed, her voice a raspy whisper.

Mini Diva’s eyes glazed over with lust, desire coursing through her like hot honey. “Unh!” She gasped, her hips bucking wildly as she fucked herself harder with the toy. The vibrations intensified, her clit throbbing in time with the battery-operated device at her most secret of places. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around it, greedily coerced every bit of sensation the slick toy could offer her needy body.

She squeezed her breasts roughly, her nipples diamond-hard between her fingers as she kneaded the plush mounds. Her lavish tits bounced and jiggled with every movement, the perfect picture of naughty before Christmas.

“Ohhh fuck, I’m cumming!” Mini Diva cried out as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy convulsed violently, vice-tight on the toy as it purred in motion, trapped between her needy folds. Her body trembled and shook, back arched off the bed, legs quivering. She rode out the waves of ecstasy, lost in pure pleasure.

But one orgasm was not enough for Mini Diva this morn. Still reeling from her first intense climax, she worked herself up again. The sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs was throbbing, craving more attention. Mini Diva pushed through the slight overwhelming sensation and grasped her toy, directing the pulsating head to her swollen clit.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as the toy made contact with her hyper-sensitive bud. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she had to bite her lip to stifle the next cry of pleasure. She rolled the toy in slow circles around her clit, gradually increasing her speed.

Her eyes closed as she focused on the electric pleasure zipping through her body. Her pussy dripped, making obscene sucking sounds as she glided the toy in and out. Her hips came up off the bed to meet each thrust, greedily fucking herself on her toy.

“Oh, god,” she gasped between gritted teeth, feeling another orgasm building low in her belly.

The toy buzzed relentlessly as she rubbed it harder against her clit, and that was all it took to send her hurtling over the edge into sweet oblivion once again. She cried out, back arched sharply off the bed, all of her muscles as tight as a bowstring.

The emotional tsunami ripped through her, overpowering and raw, more intense than the last. Her pussy seized, rhythmically milking the toy as mini spasms jolted through her frame. Her fingernails raked down her quivering flat stomach, leaving behind red crescents. For a few moments, all she could do was tremble and moan through the ecstasy of her release. Then, slowly, the waves of rapture ebbed, leaving her utterly spent.

As reality filtered back into the euphoria, Mini Diva found herself blissfully exhausted lying on her bed, wearing nothing but a Santa hat. Punched out physical self and mentally peaked, she smiled to herself, satisfied that she had fulfilled her pre-Christmas morning naughty fantasy. Letting out a small giggle, Mini Diva yawned, slipped the vibrator under her pillow, rolled onto her side and drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, thinking of Santa and Christmas presents.