Sam & Jana's Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Every moan could be heard,
Every scream (and) every shout.

This wasn’t a fight,
No, quite contrary.
In fact, two lovers,
And they were quite merry.

Jana had dressed up,
Red, white, and skimpy,
She looked like a candy cane,
And made her breath minty.

Sam wore his bathrobe,
Naked beneath.
And on his stiff pecker,
Hung a little wreath.

Jana grinded against him,
And Asked for her present,
Sam said for sure
She’d get something pleasant.

She dropped to her knees,
And pulled down Sam’s robe,
Took off the little wreath,
And made his dick at home.

In it slid,
Like many nights before
But this was Christmas
Tonight, it meant more.

She smiled up at him,
As her tongue wrapped ‘round his wood.
He grinned back down,
Moaning quietly as he could.

Jana worked him like a pro,
And gyrated her hips.
What a sight, this lovely woman,
With precum on her lips

“Fuck me,” she whispered,
And moved to the bedside,
Leaned forward, and gripped the sheets,
As she spread her legs wide.

Sam stood behind her,
Gave her a good smack.
He pushed his shaft in,
As she arched her back.

She moaned, and she pleaded,
And he pounded her harder.
How could he not,
After such a good starter?

Her body trembled.
She cried without a tear.
Sam moaned, muscles tense,
As he filled her with Christmas cheer.

“I love you so,
My beautiful Jana dear
Happy anniversary,
Another wonderful year.”