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T'was four days afore Christmas

T'was four days afore Christmas
And all through this place
not a child was screaming
nor a breast in its face.
Papa had a hard on
I was flat on my back
my legs were still trembling
as he licked at my crack
I was in high heat
yelling into a pillow
when out on the lawn
Jack's Frost began to bellow;
~
"Get your arse out here, slut!
my black balls are turning blue
I've got a ripe hard one here
that's just waiting for you!"
~
I knew in a moment
what I wanted to be
and called on the cell
as hubby ate me.
~
"Now Dasher, now Prancer, now Donnie, and Vixen
Cum Uber, and Cuba, und Jerald, und Shickzen.
to the top of my clitty, to my milk filled breasts
get over here now, and I mean do your best!"
~
There was no plan to this orgy
no need to redial
and by four in the morning
I began to smile.
~
At 6AM feeding
the cabin was jammin'
with hubby tied up
and his teeny cock draggin'
~
All my lovers were present
as I fed the poor elf
with three cocks to comfort
me, left all to myself.
~
The party ran down
about noon two days later
I had so much cum in and on me
my new nick name was paydirt.
~
The day before Christmas
I was too pooped to shop
but my breasts were full
and my nipples about to pop
so I fed the little urchin
and finally sucked off the ole man
then I laid down in our bed
and I thought only about Sam's
big fucking hard Black cock
and wondered about marriage
shaking hubby's small stalk.

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