‘Twas The Night Before Sexmas

Twas the night before Sexmas, when all through the house
I wore no clothes , not even a blouse;
Fishnet stockings hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would cum there;

My brats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ball sacks danced in their heads;
I in my bedroom next to my dude,
Had just settled down but I need to get screwed,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window over looking the square
Flashing my boobies to anyone there.

The moon on my breast looked very nice
Tips of my nipples had the shimmer of ice ,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a candy red sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so handsome and slick
I knew in a moment I wanted his dick
More rapid than stallions his reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Fucker! now, Sucker! now, Wanker and Slut!
On, Licker! on Anal, on Pussy and Bubble Butt!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now fuck away! fuck away! fuck away all!”

As young cocks that before a wet pussy rise,
When meet with an obstacle,they leap to the skies,
So up to the house-top the reindeer they jump,
With the horny St. Nicholas ready to hump

He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all damp with ice and with snow;
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a fat pimp as he opened his sack.

His eyes — how they sparkled! His balls, they were large!
His ass cheeks like roses, his cock like a barge!
His droll little mouth was drawn up and ready to kiss,
He wrote his name big in the snow with his piss.

The tip of his tongue seemed eager to please,
As he called me over, dropping his pants to his knees.
He had a nice beard and a little beer belly,
He held a vibrator, and a tube of KY jelly.

He was horny and hot, a right dirty old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, play with himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his dong,
Soon gave me to know that nothing was wrong;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all my holes; finishing with a jerk.
And laying his finger inside my twat,
He gave it a flick and up the chimney he shot.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a yell,
And away they all flew faster than hell.
But I heard him exclaim, as he flew far away,

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