The new Santa vibrator was Esme’s favorite Holiday joy toy and she was already hopelessly addicted. Ever since she found it under the tree and it first buzzed to life in her hands, this hot brunette bombshell had been inseparable from her new battery-powered best friend.

Esme undressed slowly in front of the full length mirror, letting her tight jeans and lacy bra pool around her heeled feet. Completely bare, she crawled seductively onto the bed, Santa vibrator in hand. She clicked it on and gave it an experimental lick, shivering as the vibrations tickled her tongue.

Mmm, yes, this was going to be fun. Esme lay back and ran the vibrator along her taut tummy, goosebumps rising on her smooth skin. Teasing herself, she slowly circled her stiffening nipples with the buzzing tip before flicking it on. She gasped as pleasure zapped straight through her.

Spreading herself open with her other hand, Esme touched the vibrator to her bare mound. “Oh fuck, Santa!” she cried out, the sensation overwhelming her. She held it there, hips undulating, collecting her juices with the head and painting her clit. Up and down her wet slit the vibrator glided, slipping inside her tightness. Esme’s breath quickened as she slowly pumped it in and out.

Esme flipped onto her hands and knees and pressed the vibrator flat against her needy sex, gyrating her hips in time with its pulsing. Electric ecstasy radiated outwards from her core. “Yes, yes, yeeeees, Santa!” she moaned untamed. The vibrator hummed against her swollen bud as she rubbed herself shamelessly, chasing her building climax. With a keening cry, Esme came hard, spasming and gushing around the vibrator, wave after wave of bliss crashing through her.

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