I lock eyes with Matty after months apart and she looks even more devastating than I remembered, curves sharper, smile dirtier. In pure POV I drive into her hard and deep, her moans filling the frame as I take her exactly how I’ve wanted. I finish buried inside her, flooding her unprotected, and the second it hits I realize she isn’t on the pill—this is a real fucking problem.

It's Christmas morning, Yenifer smirks down at me, her dark curls falling over her shoulders, her tits barely contained in a lacy red bra that’s already slipping. “Merry Christmas, papi,” she purrs, grinding her ass against my growing cock. She leans back, pulling off her panties, then slowly spreads her cheeks for me — warm, soft, and so damn eager. “You wanted this ass, didn’t you? Well, tu regalo de Navidad is right here… and it’s all yours.