Well well! Looks like Eva's outta it and her lil' friend's busy at the moment..a perfect opportunity to pounce!
I saunter over to the fallen, dazed Cuban as she lays on the floor and grasp two thick handfuls of her lovely long hair. Hoisting her up roughly, I drape her over my shoulder and lift, carrying my Trampy arch-rival across the dance floor. I'm still dressed in the red and pink skimpy tutu and white silk stockings, heels and fur-lined elbow-length gloves. The Santa cap still somehow managed to stay atop my mass of platinum blonde hair. My breasts are fully exposed thanks to Eva tears my corset apart earlier, but it doesn't bother me that my firm tits are on display for all. I walk with an extra hint of pride in my step because they're free and visible. I carry Eva over to a few private booths in the corner of the VIP section and dump her nonchalantly onto a booth. Her sexy body lays out face-down across a large cushioned seat and I lay down on top of her. I make sure my tits rub against her upper back as I press into her body and wrap my arms around her. I push my mouth against her ear and purr softly "this is for all the times y'all tied me up and humiliated me, my love.."
I lewdly run my tongue along her cheek and lick the side of her face up to her temple, laughing all the while. Then, I lean back until I'm kneeling upright over the small of her back, straddling her. On the table beside us, a few large sheets of gold and silver wrapping paper have been laid out, along with lots of silky ribbon and nylon rope. I smirk and cross Eva's hands behind her back, then reach for the ropes first...
