“Are you sure you’re okay with getting on the floor?” I ask her. She doesn’t answer, instead, her curvy bare body just moves from the table and spreads out my flannel shirt and her sweater, and then she lies down.

“I want you to do this to me,” she murmurs as seductively as a pussycat. “I’ve never done it before, but you’re right, my tits are perfect for it. Put your cock between them and fuck me hard.”

This girl is fucking unreal. Everything about her is insanely perfect. Her tits, her round little ass, her feisty words and her willingness to try new things.

Fuck, there are so many things I’d like to try with her.

“If you’re sure.”

She nods again and parts her legs as I walk toward her, and her knees drop open. Her fingers roll over her bare little pussy. She’s rubbing herself, and she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“You like to touch yourself?”

“I love to touch myself. Most nights I read a book on my Kindle, my other hand under the covers, moving over my clit, until my hand is nice and wet, until my pussy is slick. Until my knees are buckling and my legs are shaking. That’s what I like to do. Because I’ve never had a man who could pleasure me the way I can pleasure myself.”

I take a deep breath, knowing my cock is going to pleasure her plenty.

I sit on top of her and press my stiff cock between her perfect tits. She presses her hands on her breasts, creating friction between my cock and her tits.

I move my hips, pressing against her, watching as her tongue darts from her lips, rolling around the tip of my cock as I move in and out, back and forth.

My cock’s rock hard at the sight of her tits, her parted mouth, and her pussy.

Everything about her screams “fuck me now.” She’s both innocent and a vixen. She is the perfect Christmas gift.

“I’m coming fast and hard. You ready for that, baby?” I ask her.

“Yes. I’m ready. Explode all over me. And then I want you to put that cock in my pussy. My nice pussy. You promise to do that?”

Her words get me even harder, and that’s fucking impossible. I thrust against her, as she touches her tits, she rolls her nipples in her fingers.

And then I cum against her breasts coating them in my cream. I shoot ribbons of my release against her soft and supple skin. She’s moaning in pleasure, and I haven’t even gotten her off yet.

She’s moaning because she’s so turned on by getting me off.

Which gets me off even harder.

“Oh my God, Bradley, fuck me. Now. Don’t make me wait.”

I growl her ear, “I won’t make you wait, baby. I’m gonna make you scream.”

I grab a condom from my jeans; roll it on quickly, before spreading her nice little pussy lips farther apart. On my knees, I dip my head between them and I flick my tongue up and down her sweet little folds.

“I’m gonna fuck you, CeeCee. But first I need to taste you.”

When I look at her bare cunt, my cock grows hard again.

Her pussy is sweet, and I lap it up, her creamy cunt tells me she likes it.

My tongue rolls over her clit, and I move fast, remembering the way she was touching herself.

Then, when she’s nice and juicy, I fill her with my hardness.

I inch my cock into her, nice and slow, knowing otherwise I would hurt this sweet little girl.

“Oh, oh, it burns.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, moving slowly against her.

“Don’t you dare stop. I want to get past the burn; I want to be filled completely by you. Fill me up with your big hard cock.”

I don’t ask again, instead, I deepen my thrusts until my cock is filling her tight little pussy. As I move against her, she presses her hands against my chest and then wraps her arms around my neck.

She’s moaning, her back is arched, her tits bobbing up and down as I fuck her hard. As I fuck her with the intensity only a ten-inch cock can offer.

“Yes, yes, it feels so…” I never hear the rest of the words because then she’s just moaning. Whimpering against me as I rock against her.

Hard. Hard. Harder.

Until we both cum. Her legs wrap around me, my hands cup her face.

“CeeCee,” I tell her as our orgasms wash over us. “You seriously know how to Merry Christmas.”