Based on "A Visit ...rom Saint Nicholas" by Clement Clark Moore'Twas a night like any other, when all through our homeThe family was silent; so I knew I could roam.I crept out of my bed and tiptoed down the stairsFor Becky, my sister, had big plans elsewheres.She and some friends were on some camping tripSo in her room I went, and my pants I unzipped.I was. ? As she did, choking a little, he was againinspired.? Removing his cock he returnedto her with another full pitcher and began to pour again holding her nose soshe was forced to swallow.? He pouredslowly so she could keep up, he wanted the water inher.? Emptying the pitcher he steppedaway and then returned with a knife.? Heshowed it to her and she moaned and cried knowing its intention.? He then slid a piece of wood studded withexposed nails under her arched back.? ?Your choice slut, fast or. Moving down to his neck and chest and even his nipples. I licked my way to his belly button and encircled it with my lips and lapped at it with my tongue. His "oohs and ahhs" excited me more and more. I smelled his musky cock and swollowed him hungrily. "Ummm" I moaned as I slowly, oh so slowly stroked him with my mouth. My hand around his stiff shaft I lapped at his bulbous head and tasted his wetness. He was DELICIOUS!! His hips were bucking wildly as I adored him. He was getting. ‘Hold on, girl, let me get the keys and poop bags.’ I shoved the apartment keys into one pocket and plastic grocery bags in the other, and then opened the door. Kelly lunged out the door — almost knocking me off my feet – and she headed for the stairs. Sis’s apartment was on the third floor and I rarely used the elevator, it was good exercise. I had to hold onto the dog’s leash with both hands when we got to the bottom of the stairs which opened onto a courtyard. Kelly weighed over a hundred.Read More
