It's early on Christmas morning, and you are in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. You feel my hands wrap around your waist as I kiss at my favorite spot on your neck. Your head tilts back as you sigh sensuously in response to my kiss, and I begin kissing around and down your throat as my hands slowly work their way up, my crotch grinding against your ass.
I take the cup of chocolate from your hand, setting it on the counter top as I nibble gently at your neck, your ass now pushing against me. You start to speak, only to find my finger against your lips as I shush you. My hands slowly play with your breasts, my favorite toys. I undo each button on your nightshirt as I begin to unwrap my present, tugging back on the fabric, pinning your arms behind you and leaving your beautiful proud (dare I say shameless?) breasts exposed.
My hands again climb up your body, cupping the breasts and toying with your nipples. I turn you around and lift you up on the counter top, licking and sucking and nibbling on each nipple, your gasps and sighs telling me all I need to know about my progress. I kiss my way down your body, pausing to explore your belly button with my tongue. I glance at your panties before hooking my fingers in the waistband and tugging them down and off, tossing them over my shoulder.
I slowly kiss and lick my way up the insides of your delicious legs, pausing to slowly lick the tops of your inner thighs before sinking my tongue into your soaked pussy. Slowly and patiently I explore your most intimate folds, sometimes circling your clit, sometimes sinking deep into your love tunnel. Your lust increases with every passing moment, building up like a rising tide of passion held back by a crumbling wall, a wall ready to break.