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Click hereMy idea of a perfect St Patrick’s Day has nothing to do with looking for leprechauns or even a pot of gold.
I have no interest in watching parades, drinking green beer or being invited to a party, if truth be told.
I would much rather celebrate St Patrick’s Day at home with a beautiful lass,
Especially one with blonde hair, blue eyes, perky little breast and a great ass.
She would awaken before me and greet me with a cute, “Top of the Morning”
Then reach for my stiffening cock without any warning.
Once in her hand she would kiss the tip and immediately give me a terrific hard-on.
I would lie back in the bed and let her suck on it, as she squealed, “Oh there is my leprechaun.”
Then I would proceed to gently rub and squeeze her shamrocks just for luck,
Before I finally kissed and licked at her “Pot of Gold” before we fucked
Soon she would be squirming and begging for my big shillelagh (pronounced sha-lay-lee).
I’d ask her if she liked to do it like it’s done in Ireland, and she’d respond with a breathless, “Oh can we?”
“Certainly, “I answer,”that is not a problem but first you must get on all fours”,
As she does, I get out of bed and walk over to the door.
When I open the door she is shocked because it’s another fine lad that I let in.
“Don’t worry”, I reassure her, “he will be on the bottom and I’ll get behind you so you can enjoy Dublin.”