Alina's Christmas Tale: A Melody of Scent

I remember that Christmas like it was yesterday. It was the best and worst holiday ever. I went to my relatives' house from Christmas to New Year. They live in a big old home in the suburbs. Snow covered everything outside, and the place smelled like pine trees and turkey. That's where I met Alina. She was their daughter, 26 years old, with long blonde hair and white skin that glowed under the lights. She always wore stylish dresses that hugged her body tight. Those dresses made her look so pretty, like a model from a magazine. But her nature was different. She was a real bitch, always snapping at people. And she hated illegal immigrants. She would talk bad about them all the time, calling them names and saying they ruined everything. I didn't care much about that. What got me was her looks. It started on Christmas day. Alina wore a red dress that was so hot. It was short, showing off her long legs, and low-cut up top, letting me see the curve of her breasts. She laughed and danced around the tree, her blonde hair bouncing. I sat there, watching her, and felt my cock get hard right away. I had a boner for her since that moment. It wouldn't go away. Every time she walked by, my dick twitched in my pants. I tried to hide it, but inside, I wanted her bad. The days between Christmas and New Year dragged on. Everyone was relaxed, drinking eggnog and staying up late. Alina went out a lot. She loved the pubs nearby. One night, around New Year's Eve, she came back late. It was past midnight, and the house was quiet. I couldn't sleep. My boner for her kept me awake. I heard the door downstairs creak open. Then, stumbling footsteps. I peeked out my room and saw her. Alina was drunk, her stylish black dress wrinkled and riding up her thighs. Her makeup was smudged, blonde hair messy. She leaned on the wall, giggling to herself. Her brother was asleep, and her parents were too. No one else heard. I went down the stairs quietly. 'Alina,' I whispered. She looked up, eyes blurry. 'Alfred? Help me up.' She slurred her words. I grabbed her arm, felt her warm skin. She smelled like alcohol and perfume. My cock hardened instantly. I helped her up the stairs, her body pressing against mine. She was heavy, stumbling, but I held her tight. We reached her room at the end of the hall. I pushed the door open and guided her inside. The room was pink and girly, with a big bed covered in pillows. As soon as her body hit the bed, she passed out. Her head lolled to the side, mouth open, breathing heavy. She was out cold. I stood there, heart pounding. This was my chance. No one would know. My boner throbbed so hard it hurt. I locked the door behind me, just in case. Then, I turned back to her. Alina lay there, dress hiked up, showing her black panties and smooth thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. I couldn't hold back. I climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. My hands shook as I touched her leg. So soft. She didn't move. Drunk and passed out. Perfect. I pulled her dress higher, exposing her panties. They were lacy, hugging her pussy mound. I rubbed over them, feeling the heat. My cock strained against my pants. I unzipped them quick, letting it spring out. Hard and ready.

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