If we were the last two people left on earth, I was pretty sure we’d try to procreate. Probably if we were in the last million or so. She was barely...over five feet tall—even shorter than Melody, though plumper. Like most of my classmates, her clothes were black. Hell, so were mine. How pretentious could artists be? There isn’t a mark on the scale for that. I was seriously considering starting to wear Hawaiian shirts and board shorts just to express my individuality. They’d drum me out of the. But I'm going to try. I think it all starts with my fetish. I mean, many people have fetishes. There are rubber fetishes, feet fetishes, many types. I have a fingernail fetish. In my mind, there is nothing more erotic than beautiful hands with long, perfectly painted nails dancing on a computer keyboard or a piano or tapping on the table. If I see a woman with this feature, I get hard instantly. Well, I used to get hard, anyway. It was a normal Monday night. I left my dorm and drove to. Soon she felt him stiffen and she whistled as the sensations increased. As he blew his load in her ass, she was whispering in his ear telling him what was next. He kept spraying inside her for the longest time. When he was done they were both panting and wanted to stop but not before he was done with all three tasks. They lay side by side, getting a few zzzz’s. They woke to more noises of sex happening all around them. Santa was still hard and ready to finish the task. Mrs. Claus got up on her. “The key under your door mat.”“How’d you know I kept it there?”“I’ve been watching you, Nina. I’ve seen you go to practice, come home, go to the mall with your friends, sneak out, ride your bike, and even change outfits. I enjoyed watching that last part with loads of pleasure, too.” He added in the end, rubbing his hard on.Nina’s eyes widened even more and he saw her eyes go to her bedside table in search of her phone, and she gasped when she saw it wasn’t there.“Where’s my phone? Why’d you.