Page 88 of Tinsel & Chrome

“Yes, please fuck me. Frosty Baby, I want you,” Ember says, smiling.

I run my hand up her thigh, under her dress, and hook my finger on her tiny panties. I tear them off, and of fuckincourse, I slide them into my jeans pocket.

I gaze into her heated hazel eyes and run my fingers over her wet pussy.

“Baby, you’re so fucking wet for me,” I growl, rubbing her flesh.

“Fuck yes,” Ember groans, rocking on my fingers.

I sink two fingers into her tight pussy, and slide them in and out, kissing her deeply. I devour her mouth, sucking and nipping her lips.

“Frosty, I need more,” She moans.

“Baby, you want my cock filling your tight little pussy?”

“Yes!”

I undo my jeans, pull out my cock. I run it up and down her wet pussy, and then I thrust deep inside her.

“Your so damn tight,” I grunt, kissing her.

I pull out and slam back inside her tight pussy. I fuck her hard and deep, grabbing her lush ass. I love every single inch of her curvy body. She’s perfect for me.

I rub her flesh, and I feel her tense, and I know that she’s undone. I fall over the edge with her, holding her tight, and bite into her shoulder as I pump my release deep inside.

“Frosty, I want more.”

“Ember, you want more of me,” I say, feeling my cock get harder.

“Yes. Frosty Baby, I want you. I love you,” Ember says, cupping my face.

“Baby, I love you.”

I kiss her slowly, enjoying this moment. I never dreamed of having an Old Lady, nor feeling these intense feelings.

There’s a loud knock at the door, and I pull away.

“Frosty, we're coming in,” Ice yells.

Ember slides down and adjusts her dress. I tuck my cock into my jeans.

“Baby, is there a restroom?”

“Yes, in the corner,” I say.

I kiss her, and the door opens.

“You two need to be under a mistletoe,” Heather laughs.

“Fuck, Brother. You’re on the naughty list,” Ice laughs.

“Brother, you couldn’t wait to open your gift,” Psycho snickers.

“Fuck you,” I say.

Ember and I give them the middle finger.

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