Under the Tree

Winter came around quickly. Elizabeth was still seeing Victor the mandated two days a week. But as Christmas came along, she was more focused on wrapping presents and placing them under the tree. LaDonna was there too, dressed in a Santa Clause outfit. They'd both had a little too much wine.

"You're looking awfully good, Mrs. Clause," LaDonna said, slurring a little. They'd finished the wrapping, albeit not Elizabeth's best job.

"You're not so bad yourself, Santa," Elizabeth said, chuckling. LaDonna's hand gripped her ass, squeezing it tightly. Elizabeth moaned, tugging down the red and white velvet pants of LaDonna, diving in to her big black ass and juicy wet black pussy.

"My, my ... trained my bitch well," LaDonna said, wrapping her thick thighs around Elizabeth's pale face, making her worship her pussy and asshole. They looked into each other's eyes, the dark eyes of LaDonna boring into Elizabeth's bright blue eyes. LaDonna absently wondered if this could actually work -- a ghetto bitch in her 40s with this ritzy, prissy white woman in her late 20s. All those differences didn't matter in the moment, with Elizabeth's tongue skillfully coaxing a pair of orgasms out of LaDonna. Finally, LaDonna lifted her trousers, adjusted her Santa beard, and cuddled with Elizabeth, drinking wine and enjoying the fireplace.

Upstairs, Emily took a little peek, and then returned to her room, victorious. She knew Santa was Black, even though Aaron didn't believe her. Now she had proof, even though it was unclear why Santa was kissing her Mommy ...