While the cookie dough is rising in the oven, something else starts rising in me: a wave of pure desire. I’m still wearing my festive lingerie set, but the urge to touch myself is stronger than any holiday tradition.. so the lingerie doesn’t stay on for long. On the flour-dusted kitchen counter, I give in to the moment - slow, intense, messy. My hands explore every spot that’s already burning with heat, and the mix of Christmas scents, bare skin, and this delicious chaos makes everything even more exciting. I don’t hold back, and you see every second of it
