Persuading My Stepsister To Have Sex Because I Love Her Big Breasts And Round Ass That Her Boyfriend Doesn’t Satisfy

Throwing the covers back, rolling over and standing up carefully, I grabbed my robe and went to the front door. Merry Christmas!” exclaimed Santa, as he was stepping down. This exhibition of lust was no ordinary love making session, nor was it mere fucking. His silky snow white beard looked real, as did his rosy cheeks. Please Rudolph, won’t you hear my call. Gasping and groaning, faster and faster, the dance of lust became a blur of emotion and glee. Claus you could imagine. There was Santa in all his regalia, the bright red suit, shimmering silver belt buckle holding his polished black belt around his belly. Rachyl and I both looked among the men in the room to see if someone was missing, but it seemed every male was in the audience, from the lowly mail clerks to the CEO. Whispers and titters from the ladies, gasps, and quick intakes of breath from the men, each drove us on with ever growing joy. Her beaming face told me all I needed to know. I do believe Rachyl enjoyed it more than I did.