I awake to Celine sucking my cock. Celine’s blowjobs are beyond compare. She knows all the tricks, naughty and nice, so that I soon go crazy wanting to come in her mouth and wanting the blowjob to go on forever.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re awake,” she says, giving me a moment’s breather before resuming her licks and sucks. She grins big. “Merry Christmas honey.” Her tongue twirls and swirls. Her lips kiss and hum. Her fingers stroke and twist and toy and tantalize.

“But Christmas doesn’t come for um um almost nine monts,” I manage to mumble.

Celine chuckles even with my cock caressing the back of her throat. “Preparation,” she says, and I have to wonder in both delight and apprehension if this blowjob might go on for days. Her mouth wraps my cock in a succession of succulent sucks. She draws me in with her mouth and her eyes. She takes me closer and closer to the point of no return.

“I need to...” I moan, “ ... come.”

“I know you do,” Celine replies, having abruptly stopped. “By the way, in case you’re interested, I’ve thought of what I want for Christmas.”

“Yes, yes, anything,” I blurt.

She smiles a naughty smile. “A piano.”

“Yes, yes, a piano,” I agree. My head knows there isn’t room for a piano in our tiny apartment. My cock just wants more of her mouth.

“And a house to put it in,” Celine says, smiling an even naughtier smile.

“Yes, yes, a house.”

Celine nods thoughtfully, and then she smiles the naughtiest smile. “And kids to play in the yard and take piano lessons.”

“Yes, yes, piano lessons,” I say before what she’s said sinks in.

“Starting now,” she says, mounting me with exquisite grace.

Between the two of us we make everything come true.