Merrry Christmas- She Squirts for the FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE! Shocked!

She was right under their noses, this tiny blonde package that barely tipped the scales at a hundred. Instead of wrapping presents she had herself strapped to the machine, legs spread wide, that tight little ass taking every inch it gave her. First thrust and her mouth fell open. Second and her thighs started shaking. Third and she was already making sounds she didn’t recognize as her own. Every time the dildo hammered home the wet slap echoed off the walls, louder, dirtier. She came once, hard, but the thing kept going and so did she. The second one snuck up fast. Her eyes went wide like she’d been slapped. Heat flashed through her belly, pressure built behind her clit and then it burst—clear, hot, soaking the bench beneath her. First time anything like that had ever left her body. It kept coming, short little pulses she couldn’t stop, and she stared down between her legs like someone else had done it. The machine didn’t care. It just kept pounding while she twitched and gasped and dripped. She wasn’t thinking about gifts or family upstairs or how she’d walk back into the room later without giving herself away. Right then all that mattered was the next thrust, the next helpless squirt, and the filthy little secret she’d carry straight through Christmas dinner.