When I tried to get up from where I'd slumped to the floor from theeffects of the Santa-in-the-box dust, I couldn't do it. My body didn'tseem to want...to move the way I wanted it to. A huge weight was holdingme down. No, more precisely, a huge weight was holding my upper bodydown. I could move my arms and legs OK, but I seemed weaker than I hadfelt before. Probably the effects of the drug, I thought.I pulled my face out of the pile of wrapping paper where it had landedand gathered my limbs. So bored in fact that he’d taken to following some of the other magical beings on their special days.When he followed Santa on Christmas Eve to Katie’s house he didn’t really expect to see anything interesting. All the fat guy ever really did was drop presents off, eat a few cookies and then move on to the next house. In fact that was all he had done the entire night. Then when he crept stealthily up to Katie’s bedroom Valentine raised one eyebrow in anticipation.“Maybe now things will get. ”Lanying loved hearing dirty talk. In China, it had been very rare to hear such things, the coupling often quietly undertaken and light on conversations during the act. But Ray seemed to enjoy vocalizing his enjoyment, and it was clear to Lanying that Cynthia loved being told such things.Saliva drooled from Cynthia’s mouth as she sucked her husband’s long cock. It shimmered in the light, dropping down onto the carpet below.In a smooth motion, Ray snatched his wife upright and spun her to face. , just doesn't taste nice 2., usually means the end of fun (yeah, bad experience-not with you though) So I just play gently, lubricate it with lots of saliva. My slurping sounds excite you and you want to thrust it deeper and I let you do it a few times. But then I curve my butt towards you, to remind you to check my temperature again, in case I'm good to fuck now.But you don't get the score. Maybe you didn't even notice my movement through your closed eyes."Do you think I'm still too cold.