Her village was becoming a small speck in the distance as she wandered along the rubble on her quest. Burnt out cars and old signs cluttered the stree...s along with scorched bricks and melted girders, it truly seemed like she had left her haven to visit hell. For hours, Abigail wandered along the roads avoiding as much debris as possible. The harsh surroundings began to make her feel as though she had made a bad choice but with no mutants in sight, she walked on. Just as it reached midday, the. With my slender fingers clinching the candy, I begin to fuck myself.You hear my moans as my candy dildo plunges in and out my eager hole. My speed increases and you see my hips buck. I straighten my legs high up in the air to get you a better view of my asscheeks pressed into the sheets. The candy cane almost disappears with my thrusts, only to reappear again. Do you want a lick when I am finished? I will save you some of my candy cane.“Oh fuck,” escapes your lips. “Fuck.” And you reach for. I could smell a trace of peppermint. The undisturbed gaze was surprisingly comforting. In the middle of the sweet gaze Mr. Santa shifted his head slightly to the right and introduced his lips to mine sliding his moist tongue between my lips. Both of our mouths engaged in a sensuous dance of pleasure. He lifted me from feet and encouraged me to wrap me curvaceous legs around his rather small but toned waist. As he lowered me to the cold concrete floor I immediately remembered my torn pantyhose. He suggested Willow offer her own price for the sale of her nadack and set up a new agent in Terville that the Norlanders could access more easily.Willow fixed the King with a look. He was amused, she wasn’t the least bit intimidated by him. “So what are you planning Sire?”“To grow Terville, I have some people who want to build some industries there. One of my problems was apparently one of my Earls died and tied up the land with his will.”“It couldn’t be sold until the new owner met the.