A long strand of pussy juice was dripping from her pussy. “You’ve played with it enough – does your Pussy look like a beat-up roast beef sandwich?”
“Yes, Master! I am just a humble, fat twat – even if you pin me, I’ll make everyone happier if I am out Christmas caroling with the other girls.”
I didn’t like that. But being your reindeer excites me. She nodded in agreement. This was Twatmas, as far as I could tell. We’ll clean all five dildos twice! A few of them began to play with their nipples or suck their fingers. The cold water must have made it even more difficult for her. Eddie twisted the dildo, uncomfortably pushing it up my sister’s ass. You can do better than that, son! I mean, Sir! I could imagine these women eating Polish sausage at the county fair by simply pushing the entire kielbasa down their throats and not swallowing. Spit soon began to dribble on their lips. “Cupid, are you envious you can’t be here in the winner’s circle with a dildo
