XL Candy Cane: A Filthy Dirty Christmas

My husband wraps his arms around me. “Are you happy?” he asks me.

“You know I wanted you to breed me,” I say, running a hand over his chest, down to his belt. “I wanted you to put babies in me, one after the other.”

“Fuck, wife, you make me so damn hot.” His words are more of a growl in my ear. I feel his XL candy cane press against my belly and I unbuckle his belt, needing that length inside me, now.