santa claus is cumming to town…
with your tongue…
There is a little knot I need untied.
gobble, gobble…
the dream…
Dear, though the night is gone,
Its dream still haunts today,
That brought us to a room
Cavernous, lofty as
A railway terminus,
And crowded in that gloom
Were beds, and we in one
In a far corner lay:Our whisper woke no clocks,
We kissed and I was glad
At everything you did,
Indifferent to those
Who sat with hostile eyes
In pairs on every bed,
Arms round each others necks
Inert and vaguely sad.What hidden worm of guilt
Or what malignant doubt
Am I the victim of,
That you then, unabashed,
Did what I never wished,
Confessed another love;
And I, submissive, felt
Unwanted and went out.
— W.H. Auden —
the edge of nice…
The tip of my finger, the nub of my knuckle, the grip of my palm… all against the weighted bob of your thickening cock makes my clit vibrate and thicken in echo. A deep moan blossoms in the back of my throat knowing I will make you cum soon… or not so soon.
Even better.
that’s christmas to me…
what makes me hunger…
for you.
like only you can…
While I ride your face, feel your cock harden… surprise me. Flip me around and fill my open mouth with your full and throbbing hard. Fuck my face as you eat me, deeply. Let me choke on how much you need my warm throat.
In return, my clit will grind against your tongue and teeth. Hear me moan. Feel my every quake, and gyrate. Carry me beyond. Watch my exceptional cunt flush and squirt. Feel my hot mess spill all over you but don’t cum yet; I’m far from done. In fact, lover… we’ve just begun.
that shiver you just felt…
… is mine.