Aubrey lay sprawled on the plush living room rug, her blonde tresses fanned out around her head like a halo. The honey-haired housewife sighed with bored resignation, channel surfing in search of something, anything, to break the monotony of her life. That’s when she saw it – Mrs. Claus’s Pussy Worship Hour on the Spice channel. “What is this?” Aubrey murmured to herself as she watched the curvy, raven-haired Mrs. Claus kneel before a client, her crimson lips parting to plant a kiss on the woman’s inner thigh. Aubrey’s breath caught as Mrs. Claus slowly worked her way up to a glistening sex, red velvet tongue swirling and lapping. “Oh my…”
Suddenly, Mrs. Claus looked directly into the camera. “Naughty girls, report to my workshop immediately for a special pussy worship session! I’m putting you on the nice list…” Her eyes smoldered with promise.
Aubrey gasped. “Me? Naughty?” An involuntary throb pulsed between her legs as she recalled the fight with her weak husband last week, the way she’d slapped him after he failed to satisfy her. Maybe she did deserve some sensual discipline…
Heart racing, Aubrey hurried to text Mrs. Claus, then freshened up. An hour later, she arrived at the address provided, a nondescript suburban home. Mrs. Claus greeted her at the door, resplendent in a red bustier and fishnets. “In trouble, are we?” she purred, ushering Aubrey inside.
Soon Aubrey found herself naked and spread-eagle on a queen-sized bed. Mrs. Claus loomed over her, smirking. “Let’s see if pussy worship can reform you, naughty girl.” Aubrey shivered as deft fingers stroked her slick petals. Mrs. Claus’s breath was hot against her nethers. “I’m going to worship this needy little pussy until you scream for me. Then maybe I’ll let you on the nice list.”
Aubrey’s hips bucked traitorously as Mrs. Claus’s tongue delved inside her honey pot, fucking her deeply. Impossibly, Mrs. Claus spread Aubrey’s thighs wider, exposing her fully. “Mmm, you taste like sin, honey. I’ve got a treat for you.” Those wicked lips sealed over Aubrey’s throbbing clit and sucked hard. Aubrey wailed, gazing down her body to see Mrs. Claus feasting on her, eyes closed in concentration.
“That’s it, take your pussy worship,” Mrs. Claus mumbled against Aubrey’s soaking folds. “Surrender to pleasure, let go and cum for me.” Pinned to the mattress by a searing tongue and nibbling teeth, Aubrey shattered with a broken cry, pussy clamping and juice gushing forth. Mrs. Claus lapped it up greedily.
When Aubrey regained consciousness, Mrs. Claus was smiling down at her, stroking her hair. “There now, all forgiven. I think you’ll be on the nice list from now on, little one. But come back anytime for more pussy worship.” With a wink, she bent and kissed Aubrey’s cheek. Outside, the first snow fell.
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