“Fun, eh son?” Dad asked me one time between breaks. They were standing and dancing -several of them hugged Blitzen in a congratulatory way to welcome her to the games. I’d probably give it to Blitzen since she was the one who actually earned it. “Do you want to lap up the taste of your own sweaty pussy? He wasn’t spanking anyone because Cupid was a loser. However, I had to fuck it in – with her help. With your pussy juice! He pushed the dildo covered in her pussy juices into Blitzen’s mouth and patted her head. I mean, Sir! Still, he looked at Marty specifically since he had recently complained about shooting a load into Eddie’s wife’s mouth. Do you think you can handle that? “You filthy little reindeer had a chance to give yourselves enemas before the games tonight; you knew you’d be getting fucked three ways to Sunday on Twatmas eve – how come some of you got your mess on my wonderful collection of Candy Cane dildos?”
“We’re pigs, Sir?” Dancer offered politely.
