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OPERATION: Get Holly Laid
-- EXCERPT: As I pull into my driveway, I notice my Christmas tree lights are on, Trey must be home early from work. After climbing out of my car, I pull my skirt further up my legs to show more thigh. I was shopping earlier and bought a gorgeous, sexy red Basque, complete with a white fur trim. I thought I’d be home first and have time to put it on and surprise him when he came home. Smiling I think to myself, I’ll have to save that for another day. I drop my bags just inside the door and softly close it behind me. There’s music playing and with only three weeks to Christmas the sound of sleigh bells ring throughout my house. “Trey, I’m home,” I call, but when I don’t get any answer, I drop my keys on the hallway table and start towards the stairs. The closer I get to my bedroom, the louder the music becomes. Someone’s feeling festive. I wonder if Trey is surprising me with his own little Christmas routine. Laughing to myself I push open the door, already shedding my top. The scene behind my bedroom door makes me blink in surprise. I’m thinking Trey will be laid on my bed with his red trunks on—maybe a Santa beard—saying, “Ho, ho, ho.” He is laid on my bed, but he’s not wearing any trunks, he’s wearing a nubile young girl who is bouncing up and down on his cock, her tits swinging and bouncing from side to side. They’re both moaning so loud they don’t even hear me enter the room. I’m almost captivated as the girl leans back, resting her hands on his knees as she lifts her pussy off his cock. Repeatedly. I can’t watch anymore. “What the fuck is going on?” Like a moth to a flame I’ve moved closer to the bed. I reach out, grab her hair and pull her back until she is lying down, hopefully I’ve snapped his cock in half. “Oi, let go, you bitch.” This is from the girl whose hair I have wrapped around my palm. “Who are you calling a bitch? You’re fucking my fiancé!” I stalk around the bed, dragging her with me despite the fact she’s still attached to Trey’s cock. “Holly, let go of her hair. You’re breaking my dick!” Trey tries to lift the whore off his cock. “I’ll do more than that when I get hold of your dick.” The slag looks at me, trying to pull her hair out of my hands. I let go and she clambers off Trey, gathering her clothes before running out of the room, naked. “Run, whore, before I can catch you,” I call after her, but I barely give her the time of day as I turn back to face Trey. He has the audacity to cover his dick with his hands as he scrambles off the bed. “Holly, I can explain…” 
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