Reindeer Games | Tilda

She huffed as the musky scent of manhood filled her nostrils...the only sounds that filled the air were heavy male grunting and the dull jingle of the bells around her arms, which seemed to intensify their lust for her even more.

Looking over her shoulder she caught his half-lidded eye- he was close, and she was ready for him. The stag whose thighs cradled her head chuckled, “guess who’s next sweetie…”

She had a long night ahead of her.