” The eroticism of the command left me tingling all over, and my voice was little more than a whisper. My shaking hands wiggled the string down my h...ps, and I had to move awkwardly to get the back string from between my bum cheeks. Getting it over my high heels proved to be another challenge, and I hit my knees twice on the console before I finally had it dangling between my hands. I slowly put it down on the console, where it lay like an arrow that pointed right at my crotch, screaming. While stocking a man came over by me but I didn't pay any attention other then I heard him talking to himself and he had an awful odor. Then he asked me where the cookies were and I turned around and it was the man I had always wondered about, Freddy. He was right there in front of me sweating and dirty, as soon as I turned around his eyes dropped and got big as he stared at my hanging breasts. I told him to follow me and I brought him to the cookies. He said thank you and started to talk my. "I've come to your rescue and somehow figured out a way to salvage your career on six different occasions." Oh...wow..." Jules was literally surprised by the number. She really hadn't kept track. "Uh...I'm not exactly sure what the proper response would be at this moment, but I'm going to go with thank you. I mean, seriously, thank you, sir." I'm going to be honest," Atwood looked at her with a grave expression. "It probably won't be seven." "It won't?" Jules sat up straighter. "Am I being. Claus as she charged into the dimly-lit office. Her eyeswidened in surprise at the sight of her elderly husbandeating out a young elf girl’s cunt upon the desktop.Santa’s head shot up from Tifa’s crotch, his lips andchin stained with her clinging pussy fluids.“Mr. Claus, you march right out of here!” ordered Mrs.Claus sharply, acid dripping from her voice.“Yes, ma’am,” nodded Santa hastily before he grabbed hisred snow hat and waddled out of the.