“Keep going, Jack. My good boy.” And then, because I can’t help myself even when consumed by pleasure, I snicker and add, “Suck Daddy Santa’s cock, my good Rudolph boy.” Jack sputters and pulls back to the sound of Harlow’s gasping laughter. Silas huffs in amusement, and I know he’s grinning behind the mask. Jack laughs, his face turning crimson. “Fuck, Caden. Way to go if you want to spoil the mood.” “Hey, I’m still hard and you are, too,” I say with a grin, pointing at his straining erection. “Admit it, love. You’re hard for Daddy Santa.” Jack shakes his head, still laughing, and then grabs
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