Three a.m. Doorbell pierces the quiet. Heart skips. I jolt awake on the couch, Marion’s house silent except for the dying fire’s crackle. Stone walls whisper safety, but the neighborhood sleeps thin. Peek through peephole. Red suit. Santa? Laugh bubbles up. Open the door to icy night air. He’s real—fake beard, stuffed belly, twinkling eyes under the hood. Knows my name. Sabine. Writer on revebebe. Chilled thighs prickle under my short black skirt, nylons taut. Nipples harden against silk bra. Invite him in. Hallway shadows swallow us. Parquet creaks under his boots. Mine click soft. He drops the sack. Eyes rake my legs, up to pearl necklace straining over D-cups. Stars glitter on floor—glitter trail? Follow to salon. Sapin lights flicker low. He unloads gifts. Dozens pile up. Raymond’s touch? Coffee steams. I lean, cleavage spills. He shifts in armchair, bulge hints.
His gaze hungers. Test him. Chat teases. Legs cross on couch, skirt rides high. He joins. Head on my shoulder. Too close. Stand. Unbutton blouse slow. Toss it. Bra strains. Caress tits firm. Hips sway. He grips thighs, kneads. No touch my breasts—mine only. Skirt pools at heels. Nylons gleam, garters snap. His pants drop. Cock flops soft, thick. Mine eyes devour. Foot up, heel teases shaft. Pre-cum beads on nylon. Lick drops off. Breath hot on face. Real skin, no mask. Back rubs—soft fat. Cock swells. Press bodies. Hands grab ass, snag garters. Hard against belly.
The Contact
Sit. Spread string aside. Finger clit wet. He strokes meat stiff. ‘Hardest night,’ he grunts. ‘Women beg.’ Foot pins cock to gut. Heel taps. Legs wide, pussy bare. He sucks thighs, fucks nylons. Grabs ankles. Legs up, cock sandwiched. Humps frantic. Tongue dives pussy. Rip string. Ass up, camber. Lick deep. Gush floods. Moan choked—neighbors close, walls thin. Marion due back. Thrill spikes. Cum hard, thighs quake. Muffle screams into cushion. Parquet groans under shifts.
The Indiscretion
His turn. Bend, suck cock deep. Balls slap. Tits swing wild. He gropes rough. Pussy drips. Straddle reverse. Sink on pole. Balls deep. Ride slow. He thrusts up brutal. Tits flop painful. Phone buzzes—his. Ignore. Balls heavy, squeeze. Flip. Cock between tits. Titfuck savage. Grunts low. Cum erupts. Hot ropes lash throat, face, eyes. Sticky trails to ears, hair. Wipe slow. He zips, grabs sack.
Door clicks shut. Heart hammers. Cum crusts skin. Dash shower. Scrub frantic. Parfum masks musk. Tidy gifts, couch. Slip bed. Ears strain—footsteps? Marion’s key? Neighborhood dogs bark distant. Secret pulses. Floorboards settle. Sleep claims, grin sly. Risk lingers sweet.