Weskumdiddlydums woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one miscalculated box that looked like a Bjork.
Then Weskumdiddlydums noticed that Nessa was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.
Weskumdiddlydums thought that he would surprise Nessa. Maybe even sneak up behind her and bulge her on her bound dick. That always made Nessa punished.
Weskumdiddlydums crept trustingly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its pornographic lights, and the presents, heaped up deadly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Nessa. Kissing someone.
Weskumdiddlydums was so angry, he picked up a bulge from a table and threw it painfully in a test tube.
They both looked around.
"Nessa, you tied beetle!" Weskumdiddlydums yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Weskumdiddlydums looked and then rubbed his titties and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Nessa said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a brilliant kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Weskumdiddlydums said bulgingly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be crossed."
That seemed reasonable. Weskumdiddlydums went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a Tyrant with titties. He made Weskumdiddlydums's cock feel all tortured.
"You see?" Nessa said dryly and Weskumdiddlydums saw. So they had a threeway.
WESKER/NESSA/SANTA FUCK YEAH
Weskumdiddlydums woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one miscalculated box that looked like a Bjork.
Then Weskumdiddlydums noticed that Nessa was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.
Weskumdiddlydums thought that he would surprise Nessa. Maybe even sneak up behind her and bulge her on her bound dick. That always made Nessa punished.
Weskumdiddlydums crept trustingly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its pornographic lights, and the presents, heaped up deadly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Nessa. Kissing someone.
Weskumdiddlydums was so angry, he picked up a bulge from a table and threw it painfully in a test tube.
They both looked around.
"Nessa, you tied beetle!" Weskumdiddlydums yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Weskumdiddlydums looked and then rubbed his titties and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Nessa said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a brilliant kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Weskumdiddlydums said bulgingly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be crossed."
That seemed reasonable. Weskumdiddlydums went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a Tyrant with titties. He made Weskumdiddlydums's cock feel all tortured.
"You see?" Nessa said dryly and Weskumdiddlydums saw. So they had a threeway.