He yanks down his boxers, exposing a dick shorter, thinner, and measlier than a lipstick vibrator. "Either suck me off or pay me what I spent on this date."
there’s absolutely no way this would be true. also what a cunt
Movement flashes in the corner of my eye, and I glance down to find the longest, thickest, reddest cock, standing to attention. And it's shaped like an upside-down Christmas stocking.
His cock is thicker than my bicep, adorned with prominent veins along an impossibly long shaft. It's probably the length of my forearm, but it's hard to tell since it bends forward about two-thirds of the way up and ends with a bulbous head the size of my fist.
Then, I lean forward and run the flat of my tongue up his slit, finally getting a taste of his precum. It's sweet and creamy, with hints of nutmeg, vanilla... cinnamon, and bourbon. "Is that... eggnog?" I ask with a gasp.
I keep my mouth sealed tight, swallowing in measured gulps, savoring every drop of his velvety cum, but there's so much fluid that rivulets spill down my chin.
"I'm sick of you bitches," Stan yells. "Making sexy promises, getting a guy turned on, then kicking him out." "But you lied," I say through clenched teeth.
In an unusually gentle voice, he says, "I already know the answer to this question, but for the sake of formality, I must ask." I melt against his strong body. "What?" "Who did this to you?" the Krampus roars. Stan screams.
"And you subjected her to the most heinous of spells. Stanley Baxter Arius, you have been a very naughty boy, and by the power vested in me by Christmas, I cast you into hell."
I crack open an eye to find long strands of fur branching off his body like vines. My mouth drops open. Some of the strands have wrapped around my wrists, others around my ankles and thighs, but the majority are unfastening what's left of my clothes.
The tongue reaches my cervix and expands. My muscles flutter around it, needing friction, and I try to buck my hips. "Stay still," he growls. "You'll need a good stretching if you're going to survive my cock."
how is he talking with his entire tongue deep inside her? siggy get it the fuck together
"Don't," I whisper. "You're pressing my bladder." "Then you will squirt." I shake my head. "Keep doing that, and I will pee." The Krampus chuckles, the sound low and rich. "Let it all out. I can take it."
I reach out, tracing the outline of her lips with my finger. "Just because I'm punishing you doesn't mean I don't still love you." "Oh fuck," Natalia whispers. "I love you, too."
"I planned on fucking you with your legs trussed like a Christmas tree, but now I need to see into your soul." "How?" I whisper. He points a claw at the corner of his eye and gestures down at mine. "Eye contact. Will you allow me to connect our souls while we fuck?"