"Merry Christmas, baby. I love you too. Well, what are you waiting for, Henry? Give Momma her present. Shove that fat yule log into Mommy's warm hearthish fireplace, poopsie, and squirt her some 'special extra-sticky' egg nog out of that fat wee wee tube of yours."
As Hilda reached out with two petite feminine fingers and happily spread apart her sweet pink labia, her nether lips that would swallow his twelve-inch dong to the hilt, Henry had a sudden and unexpected awakening to the importance of family and tradition and heritage and also an enlightenment related to the significance of interfamilial pussy and titties. He had all these thoughts right before he planted his wee wee inside her cunny. And why not? It was a Humper family Christmas, after all.
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