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“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”
You stop grinding on his thigh.
“Stop fucking around, Nick.”
You always love sitting on Nick’s lap. He’s a big man, and the size of his thighs exist in proportion to the rest of his massive body. They provide comfort and pleasure as you sit on top of them. But all the Santa shit he tries to pull when you do it really just makes you cringe.
“Oh, come on! You’re literally in the perfect position. Let me have some fun.” Nick throws his hands up in exasperation and you roll your eyes at him.
“That may be fun for you, but certainly not for me,” you say as you continue your movement again. The heat of his thigh rubs so perfectly against your pussy, the only barriers being his thin pants and your underwear. You hit a new angle as you shift your position, and you have to bite your lip to contain your moans.
“Now do your real job and help me.”
Nick wraps his hands around your waist and maneuvers you back and forth against his thigh. The friction increases, and so does the pressure on your clit as he presses up against you.
Your body aches with the feeling of him so close to you. “Fuck, baby, just like that.”
Your eyes close in pleasure and you wrap your hands around his neck, tangling them in the curls at the nape. You kiss his jaw, your lips hitting his full beard in the process. Nick’s strong, calloused hands hold your body in place. His fingers mold into your skin, refusing to let you go.
“Love seeing you fall apart like this. My desperate girl.” His whispers in your ear sends chills down your spine, your senses alright heightened from the contact with him. You whine at his words as they cause heat to stir in your belly.
You’re entirely overwhelmed at this point; you grope blindly at Nick, trying to find the best place to cling onto him as you continue to rock back and forth against his clothed thigh. He spanks you and your breath hitches before letting out a small yelp of surprise.
“Gonna cum for me?”
You nod furiously, unable to trust your voice right now. All of your focus is on Nick’s thighs and your impending orgasm.
You roll your hips onto him faster and faster; desperately chasing the high that you know is approaching. Your body loses all of its rhythm as your clit grinds harder onto his thigh.
The pressure is too much now; you throw your head back and your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your orgasm washes over you intensely, the wetness in your underwear increasing by tenfold.
Your body trembles in the aftermath, all strength leaving as you collapse into Nick’s chest. He lets out a deep chuckle and pets your hair.
“You're definitely on the naughty list for that.”
“Shut up!”