Holiday Hotness: A Threesome to Remember

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The afternoon sun cast a dappled, golden light upon the water, its warmth a stark, lovely contrast to the crisp pine scent of the Christmas tree standing sentinel nearby. Alison’s fingers, delicate and sure, snapped softly, a whisper of magic that made the very air shimmer with possibility. When Bruce appeared, a quiet smile graced Summer’s lips, her eyes meeting Alison’s in a shared, unspoken understanding that bloomed into a profound and tender joy. He moved not as an intruder, but as a missing piece, his presence completing the tranquil scene. His hands, when they first touched, were a question, and their answering sighs were a gentle, welcoming chorus. Summer leaned into him, her head tilting back as his lips found the graceful column of her throat, each breath a soft, shuddering exhalation. Alison watched, her heart swelling with a fierce, protective affection before she pressed close, her cheek finding the familiar curve of Summer’s shoulder. Their hands intertwined, a delicate lattice of fingers and whispered promises against his skin, weaving the three of them into a single, breathing entity. The world narrowed to this sacred space, to the language of fluttering eyelids, soft murmurs, and the electric, gentle brush of skin against skin. In that suspended moment, surrounded by the symbols of the season, they created their own silent, perfect carol of connection.