‘Oh, Mister C, you feel so good! Please, Mister C, I’ve been a good girl this year – empty your sack in me, sir. I want to be so full I’m leaking your juices until next Christmas Night!’ Straddling his lap and bouncing feverishly on his throbbing meat, the needy little elf mewled and whimpered like a whining puppy. Her tight pussy lips jerked him urgently, desperate for his seed
‘Hey there, Anton,’ said the blonde in a singsong voice, ‘long time no see.’ The brooding guy she leaned upon, in his ripped jeans and thickly gelled hair, sneered at him mockingly. ‘Fuck me, he’s just as pathetic as he was when we last saw him.’ If he was honest, Anton could not deny he probably looked pathetic in front of the queen and king of his old college. His
Sam had always admired his stepmother, Mia. Far more than his dad that was for sure. She had first arrived in his life in his early teens shortly after his mum and dad had divorced, and ever since then she had been something of an idol to him. After much deliberation, he had come to believe the thing he admired most about her was the power she could wield. With
