Twelve Days: 1

[F4M] It's beginning to look a lot like... [Twelve Days '20] [public] [phone sex] [FDom] elements [GFE] [JOI] [silly] [L-bombs] [ownership]

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Hey baby! If my timing is right... You'll be on your lunch break right about now.

No, I'm not psychic, I just have a very particular set of skills. But. Like. I'm way hotter than Liam Neeson. And way younger.

Well, I mean, yeah, I'd fuck Liam Neeson. You'd probably fuck him too.

Look, whatever, whether or not I'd let Liam Neeson fuck us is besides the point.

Yes. Skills. A very particular set of skills. I will cum for you. And you'll cum for me.

I mean, you know what day it is, right? It's the first day of the Twelve Days of Christmas. And you know what that means!

Look. We may ~not~ have finished last year, but I mean, come on, fucking during the sleigh ride was a great idea ~in theory...~

Ugh. Don't remind me. It got *everywhere.* Even in my hair. And it was *not* pleasant to wash out, either. And the horse just freaked out, too. But at least I can remind you for the rest of time that I broke my leg in the name of good sex.

*To the point, slightly commanding* Anyway. Twelve Days. Day one. No more chit-chat. Take your cock out.

*Coyly with a dash of seduction, playfully commanding* Hey, you heard me. I didn't ask and I don't want to have to check my list twice, if you catch my drift. So take it out. Now.

Mmm... Good. Now... Do you wanna guess what my fingers are doing? Hmm?

Good guess. My fingers are drifting *teasingly drawn out* uuuuup... aaaaand... Dooooown... My hot... Wet... Dripping slit.

Mhm. I've been thinking about all these wonderful things we're going to do during these twelve days.

Mhmmm... All the filthy things I'll say to you. All the wonderfully naughty sounds you'll make for me.

All the ways your cock will twitch and throb and pulse. All the cum you'll spill.

Are you nice and hard for me now? I know you are, baby. I know how that mind of yours falls down these dirty rabbit holes.

It's one of the things I love the most about you, you know.

Now grip that cock. Give it a few slow strokes for me. Start from the base, all the way up to the head, and all the way back down.

Mhmmm. Just like that, baby. One hand on that cock, the other *as if giving it thought*... I want it... On your chest. I went you to rub your fingers over your nipple. Right over the fabric.

I want you to focus on your nipple. Focus on how it feels. Keep stroking your cock for me, but keep your mind on the sensations coming from your nipple.

It has a pretty unique feeling, right? And it's even better if it's chilly, they'll be nice and hard and sensitive!

That's it, baby. Yeah. Tell me how it feels. Doesn't it just make stroking your cock feel that much better? Especially when your fingers pop over the ridge to your head...

I can just imagine how you look right now. Your legs spread apart, one hand sliding up and down your shaft, the other pressed against your chest and fingers flicking across your shirt... Fuck.

Look, I can't help it if imagining your body like that goes from my brain to my clit faster than overnight toy delivery to millions of households around the world.

Oh shut up. You know you wanna get into my chimney. It's all nice and hot and just ~dripping~ with Christmas cheer.

Oh, you like that, huh, Mr Claus? Does it make you wiggle like a bowl full of jelly, thinking about squeezing your candy cane through that tight space until you're riiiiight inside my fireplace?

Fuck baby, you have ~no idea~ how badly I wanna roast your chestnuts with my open fire until you frost my cookies. *Bust out laughing*

You know I love laughing during sex. It's so hot, so ~fulfilling,~ getting that cocktail of pleasure and joy and happiness all at once as those endorphins start pumping.

Fuck, speaking of pumping... stroke faster for me. Mhmmm, that's right. Just like that, baby. You can even squeeze it a little tighter, if you want to. Just whatever you do, don't stop pumping that beautiful cock.

I just slid my fingers inside myself and... Holy fuck you have no idea how badly I want you, Santa baby. Thinking about taking your sweet mouth for a ride instead of that sleigh has me ~clenching.~

I want you to imagine... Imagine my nipples, all rosy like Santa's cheeks. My breasts, big and heavy and ~full,~ swaying in front of you while I take every inch of that cock for a ride.

That's a nice, warm, cozy thought, isn't it, Santa baby? Mhmmm, I know.

That's how I went you to stroke for me. Imagine that your hand is my sweet, tight pussy and fuck up into it. Fuck up into it just like you'd fuck up into me.

Fuck yeah, just like that, baby. Grind that cock up into me. Fucking give it to me like this is the present you've wanted to put under my tree all fucking year.

Now reach down and grab those balls for me. Keep fucking your hand, but give those balls some attention. They're not ornaments, you know, they're there to be fondled and rubbed and squeezed and I want you to do everything you can to keep making those sweet, delicious moans for me.

Mhmmm, give them a gentle squeeze, rub them with your fingers, pulse them with rhythmic pressure, make them feel as appreciated as I would, baby.

Tease them so they'll empty themselves into my sweet little cunt, baby. I want you to coax every last drop out of them. Every. Last. Drop.

Fuck yeah, baby, that cum is ~mine.~ Everything in those balls belongs to ~me.~ Your job is to stroke it all out, and I want you to give it to me.

Mhm, that's right. Mine. Mine. ~Mine.~ It's all mine. Your cock is mine. Your balls are mine. You're mine, and I want you to give it to me.

Fuck, I'm so close. So fucking close for you, baby. So fucking close to cumming around my fingers, buried deep in my needy pussy.

Give me all of it. Give me all of you. Squeeze those balls, pump that cock. They're mine and you need to take care of them just like I would.

Mhmmm, ~mune.~ Cum for me baby. Every last drop, give it all to me.

I'm gonna cum too, you better fucking cum for me.

<Improv dialog/your orgasm as you see fit>

Holy fucking shit I love you. I'm seeing stars and hearing the click-click-click up on the rooftop, I came so fucking hard. I hope you did too.

Fuck yes, I hope you made a big old mess for me Santa baby. I hope you gave me every last drop of your Christmas cheer.

Just relax, and breathe. Nice and deep, in and out, and let those endorphins do their job and make you feel so good. So relaxed.

Isn't this a great way to take a midday break? Forget about your job stress with a nice, big orgasm?

I wonder what everyone is gonna say when you come back into the building and you're all smiles?

Well, I for one hope that you'll just tell them that you took a little time to squeeze out some Christmas cheer. I mean, it won't technically be lying, right?

Right?