Saymon lies naked, bound hand and foot, as Dinni, dressed in red and white striped candy cane stockings, straddles his face. Her plump ass cheeks wiggle enticingly as she lowers herself onto his eager mouth. He groans in anticipation, his hands clenching the sheets beneath him. She moans, her thick thighs squishing together around his head, trapping him in a sea of warmth and desire. Saymon, filled with Christmas cheer and an insatiable lust for his lover, slowly licks and nibbles at her soft, pink flower, avoiding her most sensitive spot for now. Dinni, feeling the heat of his breath and the gentle tug of his teeth, moans louder, her hips grinding against his face. The room is filled with the intoxicating scent of pine needles, cinnamon and arousal. His tongue continues to explore her wet folds, circling her clitoris with precision, driving her to the brink of orgasm.
