My body, begging me to touch myself. Bring me to that place. The place my mind and body were last night. Quivering, sweatting, can’t catch my bre...th, last night. Orgasm after orgasm, brought on by multiple partners. Multiple, thick, solid, meat inside of me. Hands groping, pulling, biting, licking and sucking. I close my eyes. Did last night really happen? The images are all there. The beautiful, male bodies surrounding me. Long thick cocks before my eyes. Pumping, stroking. All wanting. Listening to the sounds of Santa and his elves shuffling around the living room, distributing the final cache of toys, Joe grew tired. Perhaps he should get some shuteye before the big day. But, just as he was about to nod off, he felt a sharp pain in his left leg, followed by a similar pain in his right leg. When Joe looked down, he noticed an unusual stiffness, and upon further inspection, he realized that somehow his joints had disappeared. To complicate things further, his legs felt. Her ankles crossed behind his head as he devoured her hairless centre."Oh, Warren. Yes!" she gasped as his tongue skated the divine rink either side of her sopping entrance, then pirouetted around her engorged clit. "More!"He obliged, sensing how close she was to losing control, craving one drop of wetness for every dollar she'd stolen, to cleanse his conscience. Her fingertips sought his head, gripping, guiding, needing the release. To atone, perhaps. Or to forget, albeit temporarily. His. Her fiery red hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, but a rebellious curled lock spun around her rosey, freckled face. My heart nearly stopped. I moved slowly, trying to keep my eye on her through the haze of second hand smoke. It was then that she turned around and caught my eye. I felt a thousand volt jolt to the heart as our eyes connected. Were it not for the restraint of my jeans I would have sprouted to full mast in an instant, so powerful was her stare. She quickly broke the.