A wee Christmas poem to get you in the mood
Twas the night before Christmas and naughty girl I
Went to offer my Santa Some sweet honey pie.
I knew he couldn't resist this sweet treat
I know for a fact tis his fave thing to eat.
So I put on my stockings my heels and my lipstick
And asked him to show me where he keeps his dipstick.
I went down on my knees and unzipped his fly
Then sucked his cock down un the blink of an eye.
He moaned and he whimpered as my tongue stroked his sac
He said this is better than all the toys in my pack!
His hands held my head as I continued to blow
Then he laid me down quickly, put his tongue down below
He was sure and so lively, made me scream and then beg
As he sucked on my clit and pinned down my legs.
"You're mine, you bad girl," he said with a spank
Then rolled me onto my stomach deep inside me he sank.
He rode me so hard I knew when he came
Because he panted, then shouted and called me by name.
He screwed me all night and without any warning
He tied me to the bed and shagged me til morning.
I am sure that the rest of the story is clear
You and I will be renting that suit again next year!