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Sevika’s lips curled into a smug smirk as she pulled you down onto her warm lap. Her cigar smoldered, burned bright in the corner of your eye before she placed it in the ashtray. Smoke dribbled from her nostrils. For a few precious minutes, the card sharks’ table was empty save you and your girlfriend. The look she gave you was equal parts possessive and eager and you understood why the second she spoke.
“Whaddya want for Christmas, baby?”
The music nearly muffled her question, but you leaned in to make sure she heard yours.
“You care about Christmas all of a sudden?”
“Maybe I had a change ‘a heart. Can’t resist the idea of spoilin’ my baby with whatever she wants,” she said, rubbing your thigh.
“Whatever I want, huh?”
Her rubbing turned to caressing and soon enough, two fingers grazed the skin at the apex of your thighs. You squirmed on her leg.
She chuckled. Grabbed your earlobe between her teeth. “I’m Santa, remember? I can give you anything.”
Well… when she put it like that, you very well couldn’t resist the offer, could you?