...rdquo; Kelli asked, squeezing her thighs together.
“I could show you, if you want,” Mrs. Claus offered.
“I don’t, uh…” Kelli said, trailing off as the mental image filled her brain.
“We can start slow and go from there,” Mrs. Claus suggested. “And any time you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
“Umm,” Kelli said, wanting to say no but unable to as Mrs. Claus walked on her knees across the room towards her.
“You don’t even have to ask, just turn around and bend over if you want to continue,” Mrs. Claus said, kneeling in front of her.
Taking a deep breath Kelli tried once more to say no but couldn’t. Instead, almost unconsciously, Kelli stood up and turned around. Planting her knees on the edge of the couch she leaned forward against the back of the couch and thrust her ass back at Mrs. Claus.
“Good girl,” Mrs. Claus said, her eyes glued to the tight ass right in front of her.
Kelli flinched slightly when she felt hands on her thighs pushing her shirt up, but didn’t make a move to stop it. Even when Mrs. Claus slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties she stayed still, even lifted her butt a little higher to help her tug them down.
Mrs. Claus didn’t even bother to take the extra couple seconds to take Kelli’s underwear completely off. She just pulled them down to...