Paddled by Krampus

by Harley Laroux

“You really have made a mess of yourself. Look at you: sticky and dripping, those nether lips so swollen and blushing. It would do you good to have that naughty little hole of yours stretched.”

She forced her throat to relax so she wouldn’t choke, and gazed up at him with wide, watering eyes as he pressed slowly in and out. “Ah, so you can be good after all,” he growled.

She couldn’t open her mouth wide enough to keep her teeth from touching him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Is this the key to making you focus?” he said, his large hand keeping a tight grip on her hair. “Put a cock in your mouth and suddenly you’re calm as a dove.”

“No touching yourself,” he warned. “Stroke me with your hands while you use your mouth.”

“Ahh...good girl...I think it’s time to stretch that needy little hole of yours.”