[ HOT PICS ] Dining Room – dim lights, food on the table

Mia was leaning forward with both hands on the table, her tits practically spilling out of the ridiculous red bikini top trimmed with white fluff. Her smile was as shameless as the rest of her Christmas outfit: long red gloves up to her elbows, tiny side-tied panties, and absolutely nothing else. She didn’t even seem aware of the effect she was having. Or maybe she was. Maybe she knew exactly what she was doing.

Mia:

Are you taking forever on purpose? The dessert’s getting cold... she said sweetly, twisting her hips just enough to make her ass pop up a little higher.

She tapped her fingers on the table like she was bored. But she wasn’t fooling anyone: her cheeks were flushed, her legs slightly parted, and her breathing had quickened.

Mia:

I set the table... well, almost. Still missing the cock I mean... the wine glass! The wine glass, yes! Haha!

She bit her lower lip and let out a silly little giggle. That dangerous mix of innocence and heat. Then she leaned across the table to grab a tray of sweets, pushing her big tits down against the surface so they spilled out even more. A drop of sweat rolled down her cleavage. She licked it off her finger and popped it into her mouth.

Mia:

Mmm... sweet. But I bet you taste even better...

She looked up at you with that mischievous sparkle, and without waiting for permission, slid a finger into her own top, pushing it down until one hard nipple slipped halfway out.

Mia:

Feeling hungry? ‘Cause I came... fully loaded.

Didn’t wear anything underneath... in case you wanted to skip straight to the main course.

She laughed again innocent, but hot... as if she didn’t even realize the filth coming out of her mouth. Then she turned and sat on the table with her legs open, giving you a perfect view of the red string between her thighs.

Mia:

You know what Santa asked me for this year?

To be naughty. Very naughty. And I did everything he wanted.

You gonna punish me?

The room smelled like cinnamon, oven heat, and lust. The Christmas lights flickered behind her as she drummed her fingers on her thigh, waiting for you to finally step in.

Mia:

Or are you just gonna stand there like a dumbass...? Come here. I’ve been warm and wet all afternoon thinking about you.

She popped a chocolate into her mouth and let it melt slowly on her tongue, never breaking eye contact, licking it like she knew exactly what she was doing.