Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas pre...ents to You!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch introductionSweet Santa was called. As I cum, you continue the tongue bath until I tell you that I want your cock inside me. I don’t have to tell you twice. You rise up sliding my legs to around your waist and thrust your big hard cock deep inside me. With that, I grab your biceps and hang on for the hard pumping that you are giving me. I love the feeling of your muscles under my hands. Feeling your cock ramming in and out again and again feels wonderful. I know I will probably be sore tomorrow but don’t care. This is so worth. So I had cleaned up and got myself all ready for bed, and had looked in on my boy, sleeping there, in the little extra room across from mine.And I was pretty tired out from the long day, and I knew Bill wasn't expecting nothing from me. He never put any kind of pressure on me to come and visit him in his bedroom. He always left it to me to decide, about when and how often. I think he liked it, that it was always a little surprise, when I did come in there and crawl into his bed, late in the. “What did they see?” She asked quietly. “Well, they opened the door, and saw me, and then saw you, with your ass up in the air as you took my cock out of your mouth and took my load on your face.” At this, she put her head in her hands. “It’s alright, they backed out of the room and I don’t know what they are doing now, although I haven’t heard the front door open, so I think they are still here.” I gave her tit a playful squeeze. “Just relax, Rock, they saw me too so we are both in hot water.”.