Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Was the sound of cheeks clapping
For there was fucking about.

Their bed creaked and groaned
While she shrieked and moaned
She panted and begged like a needy slut
While he pounded her pussy, and played with her butt.

She bit the bedsheets, purring in lust.
He gripped her hips, pulling her into his thrusts.
Her perfect ass, smooth and toned
Jiggled and squeezed his thick bone

Every inch of him was buried deep inside
And hungrily, her walls were wringing him dry.
Her pussy was hot, it was tight, it was wet.
To his throbbing cock, it was easily the best

He rolled her over, held her legs in the air.
She gazed up at him lustfully, her face framed beautifully by her hair
Back and forth, his hips did swing
The thrust of his cock making her sing

Then she squealed, moaning in delight
As his thumb rubbed at her clit, moving left and right.
He teased and massaged, her swollen pink pearl
Making her painted toes flex and curl.

Faster and faster, his thumb rubbed at her clit
Making her pant, whimper, then yelp “Oh shit!”

Then hungrily, he began sucking her toes
His tongue swirling around them, making her eyes screw closed.

Her orgasm was fast approaching
The pressure swelling from this passionate fucking

Until finally, with a cry she came
Lips parted wide, as she screamed his name

Faster then, his hips did thrust and grind
His swollen cockhead, her spot it did find.
With one last groan, he pushed hard and came
Buried deep in her pussy, which he has now claimed

His thick hot load inside made her moan like a whore
Quoth the sauch minx, “Oh fuck yes make me come some more!”