Post by newbie0 on Dec 24, 2022 23:49:25 GMT -5
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the club
Not a creature was stirring, not even a chub;
The stockings were worn by the pussies with care,
In hopes new and old guests soon would be there;
The companions were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of threesomes danced in their heads;
Bulldog in his shorts, and Fior in her lace,
Had prepped all the items for the 8-legged race,
When out on the beach there arose such a clatter,
Companions sprang naked from bed to see what was the matter.
New guests had arrived and provided a flash,
Tore open the their clothes and skinny dipped with a splash.
The moon shone on the breasts of the nude companions above.
Who flew down the stairs with lustful visions of making love.
…
Not a creature was stirring, not even a chub;
The stockings were worn by the pussies with care,
In hopes new and old guests soon would be there;
The companions were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of threesomes danced in their heads;
Bulldog in his shorts, and Fior in her lace,
Had prepped all the items for the 8-legged race,
When out on the beach there arose such a clatter,
Companions sprang naked from bed to see what was the matter.
New guests had arrived and provided a flash,
Tore open the their clothes and skinny dipped with a splash.
The moon shone on the breasts of the nude companions above.
Who flew down the stairs with lustful visions of making love.
…
