Quinn
Twenty Years Later…
“ H ow does it look?” Jemma asks as she scrutinizes the dining room table. It’s all set up for Christmas dinner with our fancy holiday plates, crystal wine glasses, and fun poppers for our many grandkids.
I slide up behind her and grab her hips. “It looks ready to feast on,” I say as I kiss her neck. “Just like you.”
She giggles and tries to squirm out of my grip. “You’re going to have to wait until after dinner when everyone leaves to feast on your dessert.”
“ Mmmmmmm ,” I moan, mouth watering as I imagine feasting on what my girl has to offer.
“Or, I could sweep all this onto the floor, toss you onto the table, and ravage you right now,” I growl, getting hard.
She gasps when she feels my erection digging into her ass.
“What do you think of that plan?” I ask as I slide my hand up her stomach and grip her breast. She moans as her head rolls back, eyes closed, thinking about it…
“We can put a sign on the door that says Christmas is canceled,” I say as I kiss her neck.
“You’re such a grinch,” she says, rubbing that sweet ass on my cock.
“And you’re such a tease,” I say as I massage her tits.
Her mischievous little hand slides down and she starts rubbing my hard shaft.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she says as she rubs her palm up and down my length. “Leave my table alone and I’ll let you join me in the shower.”
I don’t try to negotiate. I just pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and hurry upstairs while she giggles the whole way.
I’m rock hard and ready for my girl.
We’ve been together for decades and I still can’t get enough of her. I’m still obsessed with my Christmas angel.
I carry her into the bathroom, start the shower, and unwrap her like she’s the best Christmas present imaginable. To me, she is.
We slip into the warm water and I slip into her, thrusting my hard cock deep into her warm wet cunt. It’s heavenly. It’s magical.
I pump my hips, mercilessly thrusting inside her until she’s screaming out and cumming all over my dick. I grab her soft ass, thrust my cock in deep, and release with a savage roar.
The days of breeding my baby are over. We have four kids and too many grandkids to count, but I’m still insatiable when it comes to my girl.
She’s still all I want for Christmas.
She’s all I’ll ever need.
The End