When I first posted this last week... well, I'll be honest, I ran out of energy after seven days. But then my friend Veritas got hold of it and dashed out another three days for me. So here, brought over from the No Words Spoken blog, are the full twelve days of Christmas... Enjoy!
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… A hot and steaming facial! And I wasn’t even expecting it I thought we were just petting I wasn’t even touching it But suddenly he rose up Gave out a mighty cry And it splashed across my cheeks and lips And dripped down from my eye
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… The best head that I’ve ever had He started slow and teasing Just lapping at my pussy lips The tension stopped me breathing I felt each delicate shift he made Felt that loving tongue Flicking wildly at my screaming clit Oh God, I’m gonna cum!
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Eight sweet inches of rock hard cock Slipped between my legs Teased me with an inch or two He likes to hear me beg At first I tried to bite my lip But he kept on poking faster Until I couldn’t help myself “Just ram it in, you bastard!”
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A tit fuck like you won’t believe So hot against my breasts I held them tight against his cock Felt his balls scraping my chest Saw his face screw up with pleasure Felt his rhythm quicken Then splashing hot against my neck And his cock was ripe for licking
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A hot cock up my back passage On the kitchen table He asked me how much I could take I said “all that you are able’ I felt my tight flesh clinging to him While his fingers fucked my cunt And when we came hard both together It felt better than up front
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me The chance to suck him long and slow To relish every inch To take him deep inside my throat To feel my tonsils pinch His helmet, grasp it, tease the tip I love to suck him off And when he came like a runaway train I swallowed every drop
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me A few days rest! And fuck, I needed them.!
********************************************************* And the remainder of the song... the bits I didn't write, supplied by my friend Veritas....
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, Her wrists bound discretely in leather and fur, Crossed demurely as if to hide, Her soft, silken and smoothed delights, Onto my face arose, A wry grin, Oh' secretly wicked girl, Your treats are plain to see, As is your Honey glistening for me....
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, Eight inches of heel, platforms and a naughty feel, Slowly straddling me with a tiny smile Eyes flashing, as she whispers, “Come do me stud, for a good long while.....” Thong slipped aside, I fondle and slip inside, Eighty tiny mewls and she shuddered and sighed.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, Nine tails o' cat as she kneels for a gentle lashing, Gentle mewling with each soft caress soon reaches my ears, Nine tails o' cat, laid softly with but a sting, Her pant and purr allay my fears, Breathlessly she betrays her secret fetish The kiss of the lash she so doth relish, Offered to her she kisses hungrily the handle, As I press her back my cock erect, hers to fondle, Before beginning her deep and ardent thrusting.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Ten tiny toes, Clad in sheer hosiery, Nails all a glitter, sprinkled red, silver, gold and pink, She slid them slowly along my cock, She is, after all a bit of a kink, "Baby," she cooed, "my world you rock" So much to my surprise when she swiveled and settled, Her wet petals and folds, so deliciously presented, For a lick, a kiss and an oh so slow fondle, Her silken sheathed toes wrapped astraddle my head, Her body naked and pressing me down onto the bed, Her warm breath caressing my cock and ball bundle, “Merry Christmas, my stud,” She said with a smile, Then swallowed me whole and bobbed for quite awhile, My own tongue drifted, tween folds and honey hooded, Lingering, exploring, probing, "So good..." She whispered I'm quite gifted, As she shimmied and settle well down on my tongue, her toes massaging me as I gave her head, “You, my Sir, are quite well hung,” She said with a breathless smile as she licked, “I do so hope soon to be dicked.”
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, Eleven strokes to harden my cock, She said with a smile, As she jacked me for a while, “I know you will do me oh so well....” “I want you in me deep and slow, can't you tell?” I groaned under her touch and managed a reply, “Soon my anxious babe,” “I'll bind you, each limb, with a black silken tie,” “And fill you then flood you with that you so crave...”
On the twelfth day of ChristmasS, my true love gave to me, Twelve Dreams come true, Each a special treasure, Each desire she said, “Just for you...” She whisper'd softly, Of my love you should be sure,” Whether with a glimpse of stocking and heel, Or just a seductive fondle and a good feel, She laughed with a sparkling smile, “You can take me now, or in a while,” “Get your camera, I'll pose,” “be your New Year's delight” Then she spread out sleek like a cat, My cock long past phat, Slipping home with a steady thrust, She purred and mewled with happy lust, “Merry Christmas, stud...” She panted as I rubbed her hooded budd, “And Happy New Year back my erotic friend,” I growled with a final shudder, “With your arms round me, no one can sunder,” “And 'tis here, kissing your lips, I'll dally the new year to spend ….”
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