Christmas Carol part40
found that little ball of flesh at the top of her twat. She knelt
there, tears dripping onto the bed, rocking around from the force of
the guy fucking her.
“Merry fucking Christmas” I held Carol’s head and really pulled at
her clit like my cousin had taught me, and sure enough the little slut
started moaning and humping back at the guy fucking her; her face got
all red and she started making these little grunting noises. I guess
that’s what girls look like when the come.
I sort of kissed her, biting at her neck and her ears, she started
crying again, but she didn’t say anything. The guy humping
her finally came, and another one took his place.
“Don’t leave me,” she moaned desperately as somebody shoved me away
from her and stuffed his dick in her mouth while another one slammed
into her from behind.
I laughed.
All I cared about was that I’d score major points with Pez and his
crowd for finding such a popular piece of poonie.