"Take your clothes off," Santa pronounced. Liz began swaying in time with music. She slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and let it fall off her...shoulders. Mike heard a faint "zzzzzzz" and watched as her short, blood red skirt dropped to the floor.Mike tried to stand but four elves piled over him and pinned him in place. "Hmmmm. You have been naughty as well," a thick, sausage shaped finger pointed in mike's direction. They sat there effectively mashing Mike in place. Santa snapped. . I won’t... she told herself! Oh God give me strength! But at the fifth stroke, Melissa almost did ‘break’. For Havers laid it across her ‘overhang’, just where the lower curves of her buttocks met the tops of her thighs. It was a most sensitive area, made all the more so since Rosalie’s thong had fallen there repeatedly. “Oooooofff... aaaaahhhhh!” It was half a gasp, half a cry. it was amazing it was not a scream. Melissa’s writhing bottom twisted over again... to the right... back... over. Then, increasing his tempo, Devon began to slide in and out of me at a faster and faster pace. I suddenly found myself wrapping my legs around Devon's back as I tried to pull him deeper and deeper into me. I could feel Devon reaching places in me that no man had ever touched with his cock before. My eyes were closed as I moaned loudly, biting my lower lip as Devon slid in and out of me in long deep thrusts, his body slamming off of mine as we rocked together in total sync, in complete harmonic. My wife's body went into sexual convulsions and she trembled and shivered in uncontrolled lust that only she could feel. The black waiter then pulled out from her stretched cunt.He made my wife turn and she bent over the sink marble table. He then pushed down her back with his strong hand and entered again from behind, making Ana whimper and jump over the intrusion…My sensual babe groaned and moaned loud, keeping that black cock pumping her womb…I saw a stream of her own juices running down her.