Christmas Lonely Young Woman Seduces Delivery Guy

It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m stuck at home alone, the city lights mocking my solitude. The doorbell rings—it’s the takeaway delivery guy. He’s young, maybe early twenties, with a nervous smile. I’m wearing nothing but a sheer robe, my nipples hard against the fabric. As I reach for the food, I let the robe slip off one shoulder. “Come in,” I whisper, pulling him inside. He stammers, but his eyes are fixed on my body. I press myself against him, feeling his cock harden through his uniform pants. “You look cold,” I murmur, “let me warm you up.” I unzip his pants and take him in my mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. He moans, hands tangled in my hair. I pull him to the couch, spreading my legs wide. “Fuck me,” I demand, and he plunges into me, raw and desperate. The Christmas lights blur as he pounds into me, my moans echoing off the empty walls. I cum hard, my pussy clenching around his cock. He pulls out, shooting his load across my belly. “Merry Christmas,” I laugh, licking his cum off my fingers. He leaves, and I’m alone again, but now I’m satisfied, my pussy still tingling. This is my Christmas tradition—lonely and slutty, finding warmth in a stranger’s cock.