My Steamy Story: A musular man named Ross, get's the best...

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Oof, okay bestie, spill the tea on the most unhinged, iconic Christmas Eve of my life. Ross, my absolute GOAT of a husband with those god-tier muscles, thought his present was a new watch. The rizz I had, pulling this off? Unmatched. In our guest room, tied to the bed with a big red bow, was this skinny twink, Paul, looking absolutely shook. I was like, "Merry Christmas, baby. We're gonna break him."

Ross’s eyes got so dark and thirsty, it was a whole mood. He just grabbed my ass and growled, "Let's unwrap our present, Nina." We descended on Paul. I climbed on top first, grinding my wet pussy against his scared little dick while Ross watched, stroking his own thick cock. Then Ross took his turn, lubing up Paul's ass and sinking down on it, his massive back muscles flexing. The sounds, sheesh—Paul’s whimpers, my moans, the slap of skin. I guided Paul’s dick into my own dripping cunt, riding him hard while Ross fucked himself on him from behind. We were a perfect, sinful sandwich, using his body until we were all screaming. It was the most boujee, depraved, and perfect Christmas, period.