The Dilf that fired up Christmas 1 (Patreon)

Twas Christmas morn, after a wild spree,
Three friends returned, ready to decree.
No Santa, they believed, with certainty clear,
Just grown-ups seeking rest, far and near.

Through the door, a tired trio did peep,
To find a miracle, a secret to keep.
On the couch, in a slumber so deep,
A naked DILF laying in drunken sleep.

Massive booty sculpted, perfection untold,
A Christmas present, a sight to behold.
Their own warm tight pussy, a tale to weave,
As they discovered joy, on this Christmas Eve.