North Pole #18

So this stunner waltzes in on Peter like she owns the place. He’s barely said hello before her shoes are off and he’s massaging her dainty little feet, thumbs working every inch like the world’s sluttiest pedicurist. She’s giggling, wriggling her toes, clearly loving the attention. Then the real show starts—he lays the meat on her, slides every thick inch home, and she just about short-circuits with pleasure. Every thrust knocks a fresh moan out of her until she’s yelling, hips bucking like she’s trying to break the bed. Peter finishes with a deep groan and she seals her lips around him, gulping everything down, tongue swiping the last sticky drops like they’re dessert.