Fool around with Connor in the other room

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I silently nodded my assent to Connor, and he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. The other girls “Oohed” at us as we disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door.

Connor set me down on the bed and lustily checked out my body. I was dressed for the evening in a tight-fitting little black dress that rode scandalously high on my thighs. One of the spaghetti straps holding it up had already slipped off my shoulder, and as a result I was showing a good amount of cleavage, too.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered.

He sat down beside me on the bed, still totally nude, and began absent-mindedly massaging my feet and legs.

For the first time that night, he actually looked nervous. “I talked to Shane,” he said at last. “Before I came over here. I wanted to know what he and Tracy got up to before I met with you, so that I would know how far we could go tonight. If you want to.”

I didn’t answer him. I just slowly tugged up my skirt until I was flashing him my wet black panties. Connor smiled.

“Why don’t you climb up on Santa’s lap and tell me what you really want for your present this year?”

His lap did look quite inviting, now that there weren’t any pesky clothes covering it up. I climbed to my knees and straddled him, dropping my weight and pinning his beautiful cock beneath me.

“Mmm!” I moaned, then quickly bit my lip to mask the sound. He was so unbelievably hard, pressing up against me from beneath. Connor’s hands snaked up beneath the hem of my skirt and grabbed firmly onto my ass.

“Oh yeah…” he panted. I guess he liked my butt, too.

We kissed fiercely, his hands squeezing at my butt and my fingers clawing at his back. Our eyes met as I unzipped my dress and slid it down my body, to my waist.

I wasn’t wearing a bra.

In the sexiest voice I could manage, I whispered, “For my Christmas present this year, I want..."