We all know the fantasies of riding a horse, being a cowgirl in bed. Riding and moving with the pleasure, moving on top and enjoying the position. But what about changing it up for Christmas…

When I saw it at the store, I just had to get it… fuzzy and soft with little chiming bells. I want you naked on the bed, hardness pointing to the ceiling for me, ready to mount. Hands behind your head, arms flexed, that sexy smirk on your face that makes your eyes crinkle in anticipation. Did you just smirk?

You look so sexy there waiting for me, your cock bopping with excitement and your lip between your teeth. I approach you with slow steps, moving one leg over you as I sit down on your torso just before your dick, feeling it sliding against my ass cheeks. Your soft skin gliding against my own, hot on my bum. I let my hands roam over your body as I admire you. Desire on your face, body ready for me, perfection. Just one little detail is missing for my little fantasy.

I pull out my newest find. By now you might have an idea of what it is, or not, maybe I totally throw you off with this one. In my hand are fuzzy reindeer ears with little Christmas bells. I move to put them on your hand as I explain in my lower, quieter voice. “I want to ride a reindeer for Christmas…”

Your eyebrows dart up and a playful smile appears on your face, surprise and intrigue mixed with your desire for me. You call me naughty and I smile and nod, moving my hips against your cock. With slow motions your move your hands from behind your head to my thighs, caressing and squeezing them. “Alright… ride your reindeer…” Your voice is raspy and laden with lust. I bow down to kiss you, my tongue twisting and twirling with yours as your hands grab my hips and move them up and down, your cock now nestled between my cheeks.

I break our kiss and lift my hips, positioning myself above your throbbing cock and glide down on you, moaning out as you slide inside me. I start riding you, slow at first and then faster. The bells on the ears ring with each movement, causing us to smile and chuckle between moans and gasps is pleasure. Alternating between up and down and front and back movements, I’m doing whatever feels good. Each time you hit a certain spot inside me, my walls squeeze around you, the bells jingling louder. You call me miss Santa and I call you my good reindeer. After some time your hips come up to meet mine, throwing me over.

I catch myself on your shoulders and we kiss, our hips moving harder against each other. We swallow each other, my nails digging into your skin as I start to tremble and your hand comes up behind my neck holding me close. You pull away from me just as I start to cum, wanting to witness the erupting pleasure on my face, my mouth open with moans and my eyes closed. I squeeze and squeeze until you bury yourself inside me with a forceful thrust and come apart. I feel you rearing up inside me, throbbing and pumping. I rest on top of you, both of us slightly trembling and breathing heavy. We share another kiss before your arms come up around me, holding me close, smiling at the aftermath.