'I won't be telling anyone.' I added.He looked at me, then out of the window. It was a large window in the livingroom, facing across a small garden ou...side, and onto a cul-de-sac, probably contemplating our discussion and the direction it had taken.'Well, what exactly is it you want to see?' he enquired, trying to understand the conversation we wer having.'You're penis' I replied, simply.'I would do the same for you!' I blurted out, not really thinking that through. Again, I got a quizzical. Once the machine was stopped and removed all the elves stared into her pussy which was now gaped open, red and sore. They played a game of seeing how many candy canes they could fit inside her. 1 by 1 they slid the striped canes into her hole, at 20 things were getting tight, at 30 they were forcing them in, at 40 the pain of being stretched woke mrs claus and she screamed. The elves told her to stop screaming, they removed the canes from her mouth and told her if she smiles and wishes them all. She helped me stand slowly and then gave my pussy a quick rub and an approving smack. "Excellent, all open and ready to be fucked. Follow me señorita."She handed me my plush spa robe to shrug on so I wouldn't catch a chill and we left the room. We walked through the main room and into the River area where the watersports and wet work was housed. I smiled to myself, remembering the day Hannah and I received enemas there. The sounds of moaning and the occasional high-pitched squeal echoed in my. She’d been with girls before Jen but each was different. She’d never encountered someone so addictive. She felt fingers curl in her hair, Jen’s legs spreading as her tongue explored. She could feel the tension pulling through her lover’s body as she teased and sucked, swallowing the taste of her and loving the way each lick caused the fingers in her hair to tighten briefly. Jen began to arch her back, angling her hips to give Marissa better access as her ass hovered just over the mattress. She.