Reaching till the end of my throat and returning to my puckered lips, where I squeezed and nibbled on the tip. Gazing around I saw that in the same fashion, the Devil’s son had disappeared. Good or evil, Santa did not exist! Because in some twisted way, the thought of letting go of every last hope seemed liberating. From his mighty traps to his wide back. I pushed the crack open, making the wood creak. All the while shoving his cock deeper. ‘‘I-I-I’m good,’’ I stuttered. I gasped as his tongue slid deep inside. Seeing the delight on his face was enough to get me going. ‘‘Once I’ve spilled my seeds inside of you, there is no way back!’’ he said, and he pushed his hands on my thighs, as if wanting to tear me open as wide as possible. ‘‘AAAAAH!’’ he groaned, baring his teeth while he shoved himself onto me. Then finally, I pulled down the red fabric and dragged his trousers down to the floor. I couldn’t leave the house, and I couldn’t reach out to anyone. Because being inside this man was like sinking
