All I want for Christmas is your dick

You can't take your eyes off this petite body wrapped in nothing but a red ribbon, every curve designed to make your mouth go dry.

You feel the pull immediately — something about the way those small hands rest against bare skin, an invitation you didn't expect to hit this hard.

You already know what you want to unwrap first, and the way those eyes hold yours makes it clear the answer is yes, it was always going to be yes, and your patience is already gone.