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.