Footsie Christmas

Christmas morning and Cindy Dollar's toes were already getting Brad Russel's full attention. The guy bought those ridiculous toe socks with reindeer horns on each toe and now he's grinning like he hit the jackpot. Cindy, ever the sweetheart, slides both feet in and wiggles her digits for the big reveal. Somehow they make her feet look even sexier—little pink rectangles with knitted antlers. Brad's cock practically salutes. She rolls her eyes, decides gratitude is the polite thing, and drops to her knees right there on the carpet. Sucks him deep and sloppy while her fuzzy socked feet kick softly behind her. Thing is, socks don't stay on long once fucking starts. Brad pulls her onto his lap, she peels one off so he can mouth her bare toes, and they knock over half the presents bumping the tree stand. Lights flicker, tinsel sticks to her thigh. Merry fuckin' Christmas.