Foreshadowing

I climbed ontop of Rick, wearing that Santa inspired nightie complete with Santa hat that had the word 'angel' embroidered on it. He wore Christmas boxers, hard cock pulsing against my flesh as I leaned down and kissed him, his finger running along the trim on the breasts before squeezing the mounds they covered.

As I sat up from kissing him, grinding myself on his pelvis, I lost my hat.

"My angel hat fell off," I say to him as I kiss my way down his chest.

"Is this foreshadowing for whats to come?" he asks with a smirk.

Clever. And it turns out he was right. ;)