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green-as-a-Christmas-tree eyes.
     “You’re making me feel bad. I don’t have anything else to give you. I mean, I didn’t
     know—”
    I cut her off. “Don’t worry, you’ll be giving me what I wished for on Christmas shortly.
     Now, open it up.”
    “It’s from Gloria’s Secret,” she commented, noticing the famous heart logo on the
     paper. “Sexy lingerie?”
    While that would have been a fine gift too, one I would have bit off her sweet ass,
     this one was way more creative. And it was going to be way more fun.
    “No. Just open it.” She was making my cock twitch with anticipation. I watched as
     she carefully tore off the wrapping. She stared blankly at the package. “What is this,
     Blake?”
    “It’s a toy. You can’t have Christmas without getting a toy.”
    “My Secret Egg?”
    “It’s a sex toy. You’re going to love playing with it. Open the package.”
    She fumbled getting the box open. I think I already had her aroused.
    She lifted the sparkly little pink egg out of the carton and examined it.
    “I was almost going to get you a regular vibrator, but then I remembered how much
     you seemed to enjoy eggs when we had breakfast together at the beach.”
    “I do love eggs.” She smiled sheepishly, still studying the toy. “How do you use this?”
    My face lit up and my cock flexed. The fun was about to begin. “Well, there are lots
     of ways you can play with this… you can stick it up your pussy or stick it in your
     butt.”
    “My butt?” Her voice rose an octave.
    I gave her a chaste kiss on top of her head. “Don’t worry. That’s for later. Right
     now, I’m going to show you how to stimulate yourself with it.” I removed the wireless
     remote control and a tube of lube from the box. Whoo hoo! We were going to get to
     play together. I loved anything with batteries.
    I squirted a generous amount of lube on the smooth surface of the little egg, and
     then decided I wanted a better view of watching Jen play with it. I wanted to see
     her tight little pussy and watch the expression on her face when she found her clit
     and made herself come.
    Not wasting a second, I swept down the coverlet. Man, she was adorable in her fuzzy
     Santa print pajamas; they were so cute on her I almost hated what I was about to do
     next. Say good-bye to your PJs, baby . In one swift move, I tore off her bottoms and tossed them onto the shaggy pink carpet.
     And then with the remote in my hand, I crawled to the edge of the bed.
    “What the hell did you just do? These were my favorite pajamas!”
    “I’ll buy you a new pair,” I replied, spreading her bare legs. “Now, bend your knees
     and put the egg on your clit. It’s playtime.”
    Holding the little egg between her index finger and thumb, she hesitantly put the
     toy between her legs right where I wanted it. I flicked on the remote and adjusted
     the setting to the pulsating sensation. At the sound of the buzz, her body jumped
     from the unexpected vibration.
    “Oh my God,” she squeed.
    “Shhh!” I made a silencing gesture, placing my index finger over my mouth. “You don’t
     want to wake your parents up.”
    “Right,” she murmured.
    “Now, move it around. Experiment.”
    She got braver with the egg, running it up and down her slick folds. My playground. Little oohs and aahs spilled from her lips. Christ. Her pussy was exquisite.
     The delicate folds so pink and wet. My cock swelled beneath the fabric of my pajama
     bottoms at the sight of it, but she didn’t notice the rising tent between my legs
     because her eyes were squeezed shut. She moaned with the pleasure she was giving herself…
     and me. I might not be able to wait for her to come. Damn. That would be a shame.
    She found her clit again and started making ragged little circles around it—the way
     a child colored in an object with a crayon. Her back arched and her breathing grew
     harsh.
    “Oh my God,” she cried out again, her pretty face contorting.
    Fuck. I hope