If I Keep Being Naughty, Santa Wont Bring Me Anything

This morning, I woke up feeling frisky. If there had been a man in my bed he probably would have woken up to me giving him a blow job. But since there was no man to speak of, I had to take things into my own hands.

I reached down and pulled down my panties, slid one finger between my lips and was surprised to find how swollen and wet I already was. I was laying on my tummy and this realization, caused me to curl my knees up under me so I would be able to reach better. I dipped one finger into the wetness and brought it up to gently stroke my clit. It felt so good, I was already getting shivers down my spine. I circled, flicked and tapped until I came in a rush that started at the base of my neck and finished at my clenched toes.

But that was not all. No, this morning I wanted more. So I pulled by new toy out of its drawer, and resumed my position on my knees. I turned the vibrator on, and just held it to my clit. I didn’t have to move it because my hips seemed to have a mind of their own and were guiding my pussy up and down the length of the shaft. It wasn’t long before I thrust the whole thing inside me, unable to take the teasing anymore.

I thrust as fast and as hard as I could through two orgasms, then I rolled to my back and thrust as hard and fast as i could, bringing myself to another wet, body-shaking orgasm. 

Oh, yes, I have been very naughty.