Yuletide Temptation: Forced Orgasms

Bound in red ribbons, the willing captive writhes on the cold tile floor of the empty house, her moans echoing through the halls. Spikey38, his beard tickling her inner thighs, teases her with his tongue, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before backing off, only to start again. Her body aches for release, her juices flowing freely, staining the floor beneath her. His command is simple: "Come for Santa." And she does, again and again, until she's a quivering, satisfied mess, ready to unwrap the real present: him.

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