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<\/p>\n

201216
\nThe dream before Xmas<\/p>\n

‘Twas a week before Christmas, and all over town
\nAll the talk about COVID was bringing me down
\nI wanted to snuggle and spoon in a bed
\nWith a winsome woman who loves giving head
\nAnd what do my wondering eyes should appear
\nBut a sweet Irish lass to bring me good cheer
\nShe sat on my lap, and she rubbed on my dick
\nIf she kept that friction, I knew I’d come quick
\nI needed her badly – to unload my sack
\nSo onto the mattress, and there she lay back
\nI kissed down below – I kissed on her belly
\nHer perky tits heaved and jiggled like jelly
\nA wink of her eye, and a roll ’round the bed
\nShe drained Santa’s sack, and then left me for dead
\nI was to bring gifts to some kids up the road
\nBut here with this lass I had dropped my whole load
\nAs I left the temptress who looked out of sight
\n“Happy Christmas to me, I’ve had such a good night!”<\/p>\n