His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” wewe mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the kitanda a little more.
“Did wewe remember the football?” wewe ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll upendo it.”
“Yeah…” wewe mumble.
“Before wewe fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, inaonyesha wewe a black box.
wewe open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I upendo it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
