Page 38 of Santa's Baby
“Show me, Tiffany. Actions, not words.”
She stuffs the beads in more quickly, then rips them straight back out of her. So fucking good. She rolls her head back, still trying to fuck her pussy at the same time, but her thighs are straining with the pressure of holding herself in position. Such a big, beautiful girl that she can barely support herself.
“Shit,” she says, and gives up. Instead, she rolls over, climbing up onto all fours.
My self-mastery has to rein itself in even tighter, since I’ve got an incredible hot spot right in front of me. I’m staring at thedeep crevice of her ass crack when she reaches back to spread her cheeks. It’s beyond tempting to help her out and aim her newly chosen dildo directly at the target. Her beautiful curves make it such a challenge for her to manoeuvre. She has to rub the head of the dildo up and down to find her asshole, and even then, she’s slightly out of angle. It takes her three attempts.
Fuck, my mouth is watering. I’d love a taste far more than I enjoyed dinner downstairs.
The beautiful Tiffany groans in relief when the dildo head finally pushes inside her, and she’s so horny she’s straight off and away, working her ass far harder than she teased her horny cunt.
I lean in closer, to relish the scent of her. I’m out of her view, since she has no wing mirrors. Her bouncing tits and peachy ass block me from sight.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask as she’s groaning, ramming that fake dick in real deep.
“What I’m always thinking about when I’m doing this. Dirty things I want people to do to me. Filthy things they’ve made me do. Filthy things they say.”
Her words have the same lilt as they usually do, but there is no gusto behind them. This isn’t Creamgirl being filthy, this is Tiffany herself. Tiff and Cream must be practically soulmates – with barely a whisper of difference in between.But that whisper drives me crazy.
“Does it make you wet when people call you a slut? Is that the kind of thing you think about while you’re playing?”
“Yes. I love it.”
“Degradation?”
“Degradation and the truth. I am a slut. I am a whore. I am a dirty bitch. I just love being told it.”
“What else do you love? What else are you thinking about right now?”
She pushes a hand between her legs to rub her clit – chubby fingers rough as she keeps pumping the dildo in her asshole.
“Really want to know?”
“Of course. That’s why I asked.”
She shuffles far enough to the side to be able to see me, and her eyes stay hooked on me. It gives me a strange headrush.
“You,” she says. “I’m thinking of you. Of all the filthy fucking things you’ve done to me.”
“You must have a lot of them on your mind.”
“Yeah, and some of them I’m unsure of, because I don’t know for sure if they were you.”
“Oh, the beauty of being hooded. So many mysteries.”
She groans again. “I just wish I could’ve seen you doing them.”
I have to swallow as I palm my dick. It takes every scrap of self-restraint I possess not to break out of this scene and launch it into a whole other stratosphere.
“Which parts, Tiffany? Which bits would you want to see me doing to you?”
She’s approaching another peak, and her meaty cunt is dribbling. Piss or pussy juices, or a combination. It’s absolutely stunning.
“Everything,” she says. “Jesus, Reuben, you could do anything to me right now. Anything, and I’d come for you.”
“Makeyourselfcome,” I tell her. “Show me.”
The beautiful girl is too far gone to hold back, even if she wanted to. This squirt is less explosive than the last one, but it’s still a gush of pure brilliance, running down her thighs as she bucks and squeals.