To be perfectly blunt, my sister doesn’t have the kind of lush body that most of my friends fantasize about. But she’s an absolutely filthy freak in the sack who will do anything I ask her to with no hesitation whatsoever, so you’ll pardon me if she’s my ideal woman.
“Daddy, it may be cold outside but it’s nice and warm and wet in here.”
Then she made a small gesture towards her crotch to make sure I knew exactly which “here” she meant.
I guess she’d had just enough wine that she didn’t care if the neighbors heard her screaming in orgasm. Come to think of it, didn’t they go somewhere for Christmas? If so, I was going to spend a lot less time thinking and a lot more time enjoying my latest Christmas present.
The look on my sister’s face and the fact she was letting me see the lace of her thigh-highs told me one thing: Merry Christmas to me!
Sure enough, as I slowly moved in and out of her pussy hours later while she lay there shattered, I kissed her face as it glistened with sweat in the light of the tree and ran my hands over her stockings which was all she had on. “Come on, cum in me,” she whispered with a voice hoarse from the orgasmic screaming she had done earlier.