The nearly decorated tree shone its lights through her crimson nightie which crept up over her beautiful tush and made her short curls glow in golden limning.

“Help me put the star at the top,” she said. “I can’t quite reach it.”

I stood up from the chair upon which I had been sitting, just watching her lithe body move as she decorated, her small breasts swaying so seductively beneath the thin sheath. I picked her up and lifted her easily, her weight almost nothing and she placed the star at the top of the tree. I backed up to the chair letting slide down my body, her legs crooked around me.

As I sat, my robe split open and she turned and placed herself on my tree. I kissed her decorations, lighting her up from within. Soon enough, she sighed her completion, sagging against me as I gave her a cream filling.

She reached over to the pile of papers she had been grading, picked up a couple of items from box to the side. She licked one and stuck a silver star on my forehead, for, as she said, “helping with the decorations.” She slid off of me and stuck a gold star on my shriveling cock, for, as she said “helping me be an angel!”