You're staring at my heels under the Christmas tree, aren't you? Always craning your neck to get the best angle, it's sweet, really. How badly do you want to touch yourself when you look at them? You're going to stay down on the floor as I walk across the room, allowing you to admire. I pause, sitting down on my round ass, holding my heels and teasing you with more delights. I sit on your face, you, your Christmas present is my body close to yours. Each step, each bit of pressure makes you throb harder and harder. In the end I allow you to orgasm at my feet