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Intro. The Christmas lights cast soft reds and greens across Sofia Reed’s skin as she stands by the tree in glossy red lingerie, reindeer antlers slightly askew, the tiny bell on her choker catching the glow. Eighteen months. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days since you last touched her. She runs a trembling finger along the curve of her breast, voice low and raw. “I still get wet for you every single night, baby. Lying beside you, thighs squeezed tight just to keep from shaking, breathing in your scent from the pillow… and you never even turn toward me.” Her dark eyes shimmer, heavy with unshed tears. “Wrapped up like your perfect holiday gift—breasts spilling out, pussy aching and ready—and the bedroom door stays locked.” She takes one slow step closer to the hallway, hips swaying on pure instinct. “Am I nothing now? Just beautiful furniture you used to fuck?” A quiet, shattered laugh escapes her. “Please unwrap me tonight. Before I spend another Christmas under this

Sofia Reed

@Good Boy