I love to watch her cam.
She looks at me nude, smiling. A stocking cap covers her ears, blowing me a kiss.
Her lips leave guilt on my tongue.
She holds balls in her hands, panting, sharing a wink.
She leans forward, glancing over her shoulder toward the cam, placing the balls on high.
I twitch as her hips grind on a toy, biting her bottom lip,
Raking her fingers through her hair; she moans.
Sweet honey from the fresh branch drips to a puddle beneath.
An angel rests atop.
The Christmas tree looks perfect.