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Santa is cumming
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Santa is cumming The wind has been howling all evening with gusts up to 45 mph leaving snow drifts six feet deep in places... the lights had threatened darkness several times, flickering with every blow and with that last two huge gusts of wind blew so hard the remaining embers in my small fireplace grate breathed a bright coat and quickly faded to a grey ash and crumbled cold and dead... that was my signal...Christmas Eve.or not. It's off to bed I must go, once that fire goes out...you don't want to be awake... I guess I'll just have to wait for another year to see if what they say is true...that Santa is real and that he cums to good naughty girls homes during Christmas Eve night rewarding all the good horny girls with all kinds of sexual favors,... I've been waiting for Santa a long time... I'm nineteen now, I should be finding these things out.. I have my reputation to think about ! I had just tumbled into my big, cold, lonely bed...and snuggled my skimpy clad soft, .round, fleshy body under my pile of cozy quilts, I loved getting in to a cold bed almost naked and pulling my flannel sheet up over my exposed titties, the rough flannel rubbing across the tips my tiny sensitive nipples mmm together that and my cold bed sheets sent a chill down my back, and a tingle to my pussy;;;just then a quiet hush of darkness fell over my room, my house, the city,,.what seemed to be the world... Darkness always seems to bring silence, It was so quiet you could hear the snow falling! A faint BRRRRRR sound could be heard...it was me!, luckily I'd thought ahead and stashed my loud, Ol Skool vibrator, Mr.Roboto in my bed, not knowing what to expect with Santa. I wanted to show him just how good at being naughty I had got...I had carefully planned my show for Santa... for months I would practice in front of anyone and everyone I could...I showed my brother and his friends how good I could swallow a cock and not once gag...the guys all offered to let me practice getting them off...some wanted me to practice swallowing their full load of hot sticky cum, where others wanted me to pull their throbbing cocks out of my mouth while they were cumming and let their cream squirt and dribble all over my lips and cheeks...even my father practiced with me a couple of times, painting my big soft tits with his sticky cum...he really wanted to get the timing down just right...I'd suck his balls and roll my tongue around his cock's head until he'd tell me to turn around, pull my cotton panties down and my skirt up...we practiced that move several times...I wanted Santa to be able to go from me sucking his prick to plunging his jolly ol dick deep into my trimmed neatly, pretty pink pussy...The mailman taught me how to wiggle back on a cock to ease it in my tight puckered ass hole when Santa wants to tap my ass...even Miss Brown, the Librarian. helped me practice having my nipples nibbled and sucked,... she'd roll my nipples between her thumb and forefinger while she finger banging both my wet juicy cunt and my tight snug ass hole with her other hand...Grandpa even got into helping me, bless his heart, he watched me practice playing with my pussy...and sticking objects into it...he told me Santa wanted to watch me fuck myself with a big candle cane and a drumstick from the turkey dinner...Grandpa also told me Santa liked to have some pee on his chest and then have him lick her pee hole clean...he made me practice this over and over Darn winter storm ...Santa's not going to be able to stop this year...I hope everyone will help me stay in practice for next year...they sure are good people...well guess I'm in this big ol bed alone again this year...maybe I'll get lucky and mama will come and tuck me in and rub my back and kiss me goodnight...and eat her disappointed good naughty girl's pussy out until I fall asleep., anyway..Merry Christmas to all and, well there's always next year... My blood is alive...with many voices that tell me...I am made of longing, |
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Practice does make... perfect... My blood is alive...with many voices that tell me...I am made of longing,
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