If my parents and sister got me NO other Christmas presents this year -I’d consider this the best Christmas of my life. I knew the goal was to tease the girls, but I loathed her self-esteem. “Hey, he’s Magellening!” one of the guys called foul. Eddie said that the loser’s mouths were free use before the next game began. He wasn’t spanking anyone because Cupid was a loser. A few of them began to play with their nipples or suck their fingers. Robert Plant’s unmistakable vocals and Jimmy Page’s guitar – it was a cool song -everybody seemed to dig it. I’d probably give it to Blitzen since she was the one who actually earned it. “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!”
“I wish we allowed cell phones at this party so I could make a video of you saying that! “These men said you have a pussy that looks like a Roast Beef sandwich. A good reindeer licks, sucks, or fucks whatever she is told to suck and fuck, Sir!”
“Good Twat,”
