Angel's Night Before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas, at the seaside beach house,
Everyone was a slumber, no one there could be roused;
The silk stockings were flung all around without care,
Never guessing St Nicholas would ever show there.

The t-girls were all nestled in each cute guy’s butt,
As visions of orgies drew them nearer to nut;
With my guy in his G-string, and I in my bra,
I’d just settled in to ride his sleeping ass raw.

When out on the sand there arose such a ruckus,
I sprang from the bed prepared for a rumpus;
My cock was rock hard as I threw up the sash,
In hopes of another hot guy’s butt to smash.

The moon on my breast was white as the snow,
And gave the luster of midday to the scene below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a bright red sleigh, pulled by eight tiny reindeer.

The young hunk of a driver was so handsome and quick,
I gasped to myself, ‘Could this be St. Nick?’
More rapid than jet planes his deer they did swoop,
As the one out in front took a second to poop.

“Damn it all Vixen!” he called with a shout,
“Could you’ve waited till later to let that shit out?”
Vixen snorted and blew as just seconds later,
They all hit the roof like a basket of taters.

There was cursing and grumbling and threats being made,
And I swore with such noise they’d wake even the maid;
As I pulled from the window with my nipples all chilly
The hunky St. Nick slid right out of the chimney.

He was dressed in red satin from his head to his foot,
And was completely untarnished by ashes or soot;
A big bag of sex toys rode high on his back,
And a Feeldoe fell down to the floor with a smack.

He scooped it fast and tossed it back to the top,
Then said with a grin, “That’s for the next stop.”
His blue eyes they twinkled, his dimples were merry,
His butt cheeks were solid, was his asshole still cherry?

“Angel” He said, “You’ve been deliciously naughty,
So I thought I’d swing by to let you have a go at this body.”
The satin slipped off him and to my delight,
The body beneath made my cock resume flight.

It soared up big and hard, straining toward him with glee,
And as I approached him, he dropped to his knee;
With a wink of his eye and not one ounce of dread
My cock was soon lodged at the back of his head.

He spoke not a word, his mouth full his work,
As we both moaned and groaned, I soon came with a jerk;
He sputtered and coughed as I came with a gush
Then jumped from the floor toward the chimney in a rush.

Up the Chimney he went like a red Santa rocket,
Leaving nothing behind for to put in my pocket;
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight
“Angel you’re so delicious, I’ll be back tomorrow night!”