Lucifer pushed up the back of her nightie and patted her backside.
"This is just round one," he told her. "We’ll go as long as you like."
He slapped her bum, and the sudden sting made her jump.
Her skin went all warm and tingly, which imdiately caused her hips to grind in pleasure.
Her body knew what that sting ant.
It was ti to turn on the sprinkler system.
Every new smack made her wince and then wish for more.
She was grateful he didn’t get any rougher. The impact was perfect.
If he wanted to see how wet her knickers could get, he was going to be delighted with the creary frothing between her legs.
She could already feel the juice slipping between her lips.
A placid smile stole over Lucifer’s face as he smacked her bum.
Those little knickers were no help to her at all—but they were doing quite a lot for him.
Her wiggling dance was made all the more tantalizing by the mystery of those sheer layers.
She was Salo and the seven veils.
She was Cleopatra.
She was his Aphrodite.
The ripple of her flesh under his hand was srizing.
Smack. Wobble. Smack. Wobble.
Perfect.
He turned her bum a deep shade of pink, watching the color develop before his eyes.
Christmas couldn’t get much rrier.
"Please, sir!" she begged after a solid ten minutes.
He stopped and rubbed her smoldering cheeks. "What is it, pet? Do you need it harder?"
"I’m so wet, sir. Please touch ."
"Are these Christmas panties full of good tidings already? Let’s see." He peeled her knickers over her red bum and grinned at the ss she’d made.
"What’s all this, Hermione? It looks as though you’re having a very happy holiday . . . or soone spilled eggnog in your knickers. I’d better get these off you straight away."
She lifted her hips and whimpered as he slowly pulled down her panties.
He set them on the seat beside him, and she could sll her own excitent drifting through the air.
"Spread those legs, little girl. I want to see that pretty little cunt shining like the star on that tree."
Hermione spread her legs as wide as she could.
Lucifer smirked. "That’s it. Arch that bottom into the air." He rubbed her rounded rump as she responded.
"I think you need a little more spanking before we move on, but let’s check to be sure."
Hermione groaned as his finger traced her slit.
Her labia was already pulling open, encouraging his penetration.
She could hear him wading through her folds.
The sound was embarrassingly delicious.
"Look how wet my little Gryffindor is tonight," he purred in a low voice. "You love this, don’t you?"
"Yes, sir," she panted.
"Say it."
"I love it when you spank , sir. Please put your fingers inside ."
He nodded. "I’ll finger you while I finish this up. Are you ready for the next round?"
"Yes, sir!"
He slid through her juice with ease, and her muscles clamped around him, holding his fingers inside her.
Reaching over with his other hand, he patted her bouncy bum. "Let’s make these a little bit harder."
She was too excited to speak.
All that ca out was a squeak of agreent, "Eepp!"
Smack! His fingers curled inside her as each blow landed.
Smack! This was one hell of a Christmas show.
Fuck the Nutcracker—this deserved a stage in the West End.
He could watch her every night. And matinees.
Smack! The dance of the Sugarplum Fairies couldn’t hold a candle to her.
And she didn’t need a spotlight with that gleam glowing between her legs.
His hand was already shining with her talents.
Smack! Hermione cried out. She was about to lose it.
Smack!
The sound of his hand slapping her arse was turning her on.
But the sound of her own moaning excited her even more.
He transford her into a carnal goddess.
Only person that could make her feel safe and wanton all in the sa second.
She could be a sobbing ss, and he would still fuck her as if she were the sexiest woman on the planet.
Whether she was submissive or playful, he seed to want it all.
She was about one minute away from finding out if he could take the aggressive side of her too. "Unnnnh!"
His cock strained against his fly.
It was almost ti to ream that glazed cherry wreath.
"Please stop, sir. I want to co with you inside ."
He froze, and a slow smile spread over his face. "That sounds like a Christmas wish I can fulfill."
Hermione got off his lap as fast as possible.
She unzipped him in record ti.
His dick sprang out of his fly like an obscene jack-in-the-box.
He lifted his hips for her, and she tugged his trousers to his knees.
She didn’t have the patience to pull them off completely before climbing aboard.
He seed to be mildly amused by her sudden ardor, but his face betrayed nothing more revealing.
Until she sank down on him.
When his cock pierced her, he grunted and grabbed hold of her hips; his lip curled back in a hiss.
With her hands braced on his shoulders, Hermione impaled herself on his staff, whispering his na as he filled her.
The feeling was exquisite. She was so wet she was dripping down his shaft like ice cream in a heat wave.
She ground her hips into him, and they both moaned in unison.
Lucifer didn’t know what had gotten into her, but he was reaping the rewards.
She started to ride him, her bum tapping his thighs with a muffled clap each ti she descended.
He growled and held onto her as she pounded them to glory.
They both jumped as the wireless suddenly clicked on and broke the heated silence.
"Frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way. But he waved goodbye saying, ’Don’t you cry. I’ll be back again soday.’"
Hermione’s lips twitched into a laugh. "Did you do that?"
"Most certainly not. I told you this song wasn’t conducive to fucking. Look how you’ve lost your rhythm."
She smiled wickedly as the next song started. "I’ve got it back now."
"Run Run, Rudolph. Santa’s gotta make it to town."
He choked on his snicker as she picked up the driving beat.
’Fuck!’ He was wrong.
Shagging to Christmas songs was a brilliant idea.
They should do it year round.
Her mouth slackened with pleasure, and her eyes scalded him like chocolate fondue.
Before he realized what he was doing, he’d pulled down her top with both hands so her breasts bounced free of their trappings.
He pinched her gumdrop nipples between his thumb and forefinger and shook her tits like bowls full of jelly.
"Gonna co," she gasped.
He nodded and pressed his lips to hers, growling as her cry echoed in his mouth.
It rang all the way down to his balls, and his sac quivered in the resonance.
"Uuuunnnnhhh!" Her pussy pulsed around him, frosting him like a batch of Christmas biscuits.
He shuddered and huffed, his breath puffing over her cheek as he jerked against her.
His body tensed to stone between her thighs.
Lucifer sighed out a long moan as his balls rang in the holidays.
Every bong jolted through his core.
A carillon of co.
When they were both sated and gasping for breath, Lucifer tipped back his head and detached their lips.
"Bloody hell," he panted. "That was . . ."
"Festive?"
"I was thinking fabulous. I’m afraid the thought of red-nosed reindeer will forever make hard from this mont on."
"Do you want to do it again?" she asked, kissing his cheek with a grin.
"If I get to pick the song," he mumbled groggily.
"Let’s leave the music playing and go take a bath. When we get out, I’ll lick your balls while we listen to Deck the Halls."
He snorted as he brushed his nose over hers. "I’ll bring the mistletoe."
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