Birched by the Krampus

by Siggy Shade

With a snap of his hips, Krampus pushes into me with a hard thrust, making me gag. I clench my fists and dig my nails into my palms to steady myself through his merciless pounding. My eyes water and tears stream down my cheeks, as my clit throbs like an exposed nerve. If it wasn't for the magic thrumming through my system, I would probably suffocate. I'm so tiny compared to him, each powerful thrust leaves me so dizzy and breathless that I'm seeing double. "Keep breathing," he says, Just as I force myself to comply, the Krampus rewards me by picking up speed and ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. "That's my girl," he rumbles. The praise goes straight to my clit. I pinch my thighs together, my hips jerking in counterpoint to his thrusts, trying to create a little friction. My pussy is so slick that the effort is futile. I have never in my twenty-one years of existence felt so aroused. In all the times I'd practiced with huge dildos, none of them had ever felt so intense. Bobbing my head back and forth within his punishing grip, I try to match his movements. Right now, I wish my hands were free so I could climax. Even better would be the chance of him splitting me open with that monster dick.