It was *just* his birthday, and now Christmas has come a little early for My filming slave. I'm all he could possibly want for Christmas, and the sexy Santa ensemble makes suffering for Me all the sweeter. The velvet skirt covering My fishnets envelops his head, the full effect awakening the upskirt fantasy that lured him down the dark path to facesitting ... smothering ... squeezing ... and eventually to Me.

It's all so innocent, until it isn't. Underneath me, he sweats and pants into My red-thong-clad ass, inhaling me and reveling in the warmth, the weight, the wanting.