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Her mouth tastes like sweet peppermint, her nimble fingers working through my hair as she presses her soft breasts into mine. My hands sweep down her back, caressing her round bottom over her velvety dress, then beneath it to feel her G-string and a garter belt holding up her precious stockings. I wiggle my fingers beneath one of the straps of the garter, feeling the taut smoothness of her flesh. Denise moans lightly against my lips, her hands slipping over my back, roughly grabbing my denim-covered rear.
Her soft mouth grazes my neck with a tenderness no man can match, her fingertips slowly running beneath my shirt, up my smooth belly. I lift my arms to help her remove my shirt, my body taking action without my brain even registering it. So easy and natural to fall back into a woman's embrace. Denise quickly unsnaps my black bra, exposing my bare, naturally voluptuous breasts to her hungry gaze. I'm moist, my clit already throbbing for her when she lowers her sumptuous lips to my breasts and suckles on my pink nipples.
My knees weaken as I brush the hair out of her eyes so I can see her looking back up at me tantalizingly. I wonder if anyone outside can hear me moan, then realize I don't care. Denise unbuttons and unzips my jeans, aggressively pulling them down my hips. I kick off my boots and shimmy out of my pants, letting her strip me of my black lace boy shorts, the last threads of resistance.
Her impatience arouses me as much as the feline look in her eyes. She pushes me up against the wall, kissing me at length, smiling up as she parts my trembling thighs. She kneels on the ground in front of me, sloping her butt upwards to give me a peek of her garters straining against her flesh beneath her red outfit. Her fingers rub my aching clit, parting my secret pink lips and sliding her tongue over them. Her touch is like warm silk. I am consumed with my need for her, my nerve endings afire with the novel sensations she evokes in me. I slump against the wall behind me for support, tangling my fingers in her satiny hair. I moan luxuriously, losing myself for a moment.
Then the door to the stockroom opens, and Santa himself walks in, having just peeled off his white wig and beard. His jaw drops when he sees us. I can't even move, paralyzed with bliss and shock at the mouth of the young vixen on her knees, who hasn't stopped.
"Vanessa?" the impostor asks. I squint to see, then my eyes widen. holy shit. What were the chances or running into Dominik, an ex fling dressed as a mall Santa, in a makeshift dressing room while a sexy young brunette licks my clit? I struggle to work through the haze of euphoria, wondering if we should let him in on the action, but know there is no doubt we will.
I don't respond but look at Dominik with recognition, a mischievous grin on my face. I feel devilish and dirty, Denise's fevered pace making me dissolve into a puddle of my own juices. Her relentless mouth lets me know she doesn't mind if Dominik stays. I'm glad... because if memory serves, Dominik is packing quite a load beneath those tacky red pants...
I press my fingers against the back of Denise's soft neck, urging her to stop momentarily. She slows down, lapping my juicing pussy with the tip of her pink tongue. She looks at Dominik, my wetness a glossy sheen over her lips when she smiles, and he grins back at both of us. Ah, the simplicity of silent, adult consent.
"Come here, Dominik," I say, crooking my finger at him and helping Denise to her feet. He approaches eagerly but with the confident swagger I remember from the last time... he'd pinned me up against the library stacks in the basement the eve before a giant midterm. Somehow, I aced it, and rewarded him aptly later the next night. I wonder briefly what he's doing as a mall Santa... but it hardly seems like the time for small talk.
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