Squirting under tree as he goes balls deep

The Christmas tree lights twinkled as I lay back on the soft rug, Santa hat crooked on my head, my legs spread wide like the best gift unwrapped just for him. We'd barely finished opening the boxes when I begged him to take me right there, my pussy aching for his cock after all that teasing anticipation. He slid in deep, missionary style, and I gripped his shoulders, needy and owned, my large breasts parting with every thrust. Now he's balls deep, pounding that spot that makes me lose control, and I feel it building—oh fuck, I'm squirting hard around him, the warm gush soaking my thighs and his shaft as I moan loud, eyes rolling back in bliss. My body's clenching, milking him desperately, this holiday fuck the hottest present I could crave.