Twelve Cunts of Christmas: A Sinful Start

The first thing I did was lick her pussy until it was wet and throbbing. Her lips arched back in anticipation, and I began to rhythmically stroke her vulva, working my way from the base to the clitoris. As I reached her most sensitive area, I started sucking, pulling her clitoris into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue. It was an intense, wild rhythm that made her body tremble with pleasure. She began to moan, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her entire being. Her hips started to sway, pushing against my chest as she tried to maintain control. I held her legs firmly, keeping her in place as she fought to reach her peak. The more I stimulated her, the harder she pushed back, creating an electrifying tension that left us both breathless. Finally, she let out a piercing scream, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She arched her back, her legs kicking wildly, before collapsing onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied. Looking at her flushed face, I knew this was only the beginning.

The second day, I took her to the kitchen and put her legs over my shoulders. As she lay there, her ample backside arched high in the air, I thrust my cock into her wet pussy, feeling the resistance of her muscles as she tried to control my movements. Her body began to writhe, her hips undulating as she attempted to escape my grasp. With each thrust, I dug deeper, searching for the perfect spot to maximize her pleasure. Her moans intensified, growing louder and more desperate as she struggled against my dominance. I continued to penetrate her, ignoring her pleas and focusing solely on her arousal. The scent of her sweat filled the air, a heady mix of desire and anticipation. Finally, she let out a triumphant yell, her orgasm exploding through her body like a wave of heat. She pushed me away, her legs tightening around my head, and I quickly pulled myself free, my heart pounding in my chest. The memory of her pleasure would linger long after the physical sensations had faded.

On the third day, I returned to her usual morning ritual, licking her pussy with fervor. This time, however, I focused solely on her clitoris, bringing it to the forefront of my mind as I worked my way up and down her vulva. As her clitoris grew harder and harder, I began to use my fingers to stimulate it, applying pressure just below her glans. Her body responded immediately, her hips starting to sway as she tried to maintain control. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as she fought to reach her peak. I continued to stimulate her clitoris, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke. As she neared her limit, her body began to shake uncontrollably, her muscles tensing with anticipation. Finally, she let out a final, desperate scream, her orgasm exploding through her body like a burst of fire. She collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, and lay there for a moment before slowly rising to her feet. Her eyes shone with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion, and she looked at me with an expression of deep satisfaction.

The fourth day, I decided to take a different approach. I brought her to the living room and laid her on the couch, her legs splayed out wide. As she lay there, relaxed and vulnerable, I began to massage her breasts, using my fingertips to trace the curves of her nipples. Her body arched in response, her hips rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic motion. Her moans grew softer, more sensual as she allowed me to explore her most sensitive areas. As I continued to massage her breasts, I slowly moved my hand down her body, reaching her stomach and then her thighs. With each touch, her body responded with increased pleasure, her muscles tensing and releasing in waves of sensation. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as she lost herself in the moment. Finally, she let out a soft moan, her orgasm building slowly, inexorably, until it reached its peak. She shrieked, her body convulsing with the force of her pleasure, before collapsing back onto the couch, completely spent. As she lay there, exhausted but content, I knew that this was the most beautiful thing she had ever done for me.

Throughout the next few days, we continued our daily ritual, each time pushing the boundaries of our intimacy and pleasure. We experimented with different positions, techniques, and toys, always seeking new ways to satisfy our desires. Carol embraced the challenge, eager to explore every inch of her body and every corner of my own. Her passion was infectious, and I found myself increasingly drawn to her, both physically and emotionally. The twelve days of Christmas had transformed us from lovers into something more, forging a bond that was both intense and profound. As the holiday season drew to a close, we knew that our journey had just begun, and that our love story would continue to unfold for many years to come.

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