Get in the car with Beth

"Why? Oh." She doesn't want to go back inside yet, and it's cold. You open the car and together, you climb into the backseat. "Making out in the back of a car? Do they do that in England?"

"We do," Beth says, kissing you. It's a bit awkward to sit side by side like this, and Beth quickly climbs into your lap, getting a bit sluttier with the way she puts her weight on your lap. It has been a while... you know how she feels. You hold her hips and kiss her hard.

"Do they know about me?" you ask.

Beth looks down into your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"About what?" she asks.

"You know."

"Your penis?" She wiggles her pelvis in your lap as she says it, knowing how good it feels on your erection, trapped in your jeans.

"Yes."

"Is it any of their business?" Beth asks. You didn't think she would tell them... how do you bring that up? She's right. It doesn't matter. Her family is already adjusting to enough.

"I like your outfit," you say, running your hands over her body, which causes her elf costume's bells to jingle.

"I hoped you would," she says, nuzzling against you. You recognize the way she's moving her body... she is really turned on. You didn't realize you were getting into the car for THIS, but... well, the windows are already fogging up. Her hands are on the button of your jeans. She gets your cock out, and her soft fingers on it make you let out a girly whimper.

"Come on. Play rough," she whispers in your ear.

"I missed you too," you gasp, fumbling with her costume. It's really hard to deal with clothes in the backseat of a small car... Beth manages to slide your jeans and underwear down enough to get your penis out and expose your upper thighs, but her stockings... she still has her shoes on. You can't get them off, only down... so she can't straddle you.

You struggle in your tangle until she's bent over with her hands on the window, her stockings around her knees while you kneel behind her. You push into her from behind. Her hat falls off, and her hands leave streaks in the fog on the glass as you thrust. She feels tighter and hotter than you remember... and louder. Her bells jingle as you desperately bury yourself in her as fast and hard as your half-off jeans will allow.

"Yes!" she pushes her hips back against you. You wrap your arms around her slender torso, squeezing her small breasts through her costume and making her walls clench on you. You love how her pert little ass feels against your hips when you go all the way in, and how she arches her back when you hit her deepest spot. Your choked breaths and **** grunts join her moans as you let out several aching, throbbing gobs inside her.

The windows are totally fogged, and the car smells like so much sex. The bells jingle softly as you both pant for breath.

"Merry Christmas, darling," she gasps.