festive fucking

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Christmas is my favourite time
Eat tons of food, Drink loads of wine

But my favourite part all day     
The late night shag, The festive  lay

We put to use out sexy gifts
Unpack our toys, My dress he lifts

With his head under my skirt
He tongues  my clit, While I talk dirt
 
Then in the light from the Christmas tree
He eats my cunt, And pleasures me

 Feeling kinky this festive season
We make home porn, what better reason?

This is the present  I’ve been waiting for
 The chance to be a jingle bell whore
      
Christmas songs play in the background     
Buzzing feeling, Makes my heart pound

As he slips in my new dildo
Pleasure rushes from head to toe

I cum real quick, and cry out loud,
He takes out his cock so stiff proud

I’m acting more filthy than you’ve ever seen
Christmas cheer  makes me horny and keen

I squeeze mint lube out of the bottle       
You beg for a tight fisted throttle

If Mary hadn’t been gods slag     
We wouldn’t get our Christmas shag

Merry Christmas to each other
Now we’re fucking, Thanks to Christ’s mother

On the floor amongst torn gift wrap          
I climax bouncing on his lap

I really love this time of year
I lose inibitions and all fear

They say its not about receiving
But without orgasms I’d be leaving

It feels good when I’m giving too
I put on a sex show just for you

When you’ve spunked we eat mince pies
Christmas’s aphrodisiac makes you rise

We bang all night till we’re both too sore
But still we manage to go once more

On boxing  day we wake up late
 Watch our film to with our best mate

He said by fuck you sexy beast
Can I join this filthy feast


His offer makes me feel so shy
Despite my new found slut inside

Christmas comes one time a year
So I’ll have to say no to a threesome my dear

When I remember our noel session
I thank god for it thought me a lesson

That I really am the dirty whore queen
Cos I changed my mind and did the obscene

I let both boys go down  on me
Jesus showed me I love it with three

This carol has a moral and this is it
don’t wait till the Christmas lights are lit

Be you naughtiest  all year long
It feels so good  being so wrong!

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