I was supposed to be Santa’s quiet little helper, delivering a naughty toy to a very good girl on Christmas night. But instead of teleportation dust, I grabbed horny dust by mistake… and now my body is on fire. Wearing nothing but red lace lingerie and a tilted Santa hat, I tiptoe through the house, heart racing, not from fear, but from how wet I’ve become. I need relief now, but I have to be quiet… so I drop onto the living room couch and press my thighs around the only thing available, a soft pillow. My fingers slide under the lace, teasing my clit as I silently moan, hips bucking harder with every stroke. I’m so close… and if someone walks in? Well… maybe I’ve been a very naughty helper after all. Watch me cum quietly in this forbidden Christmas fantasy...
