A taste I’ll always enjoy at christmas. He lowered himself into the La-Z-Boy, then patted his knee. Milf sex When I went to investigate, I found sooty footprints leading to the kitchen. I hope the boys didn’t hear that,” I gasped. The fire had gone out hours ago. There are times, though, like late on Christmas Eve when I was trying to assemble that damn bike, that I wished I had a man around. As I peered round the corner I was shocked to see a guy in a Santa suit standing in my kitchen, pouring a glass of milk. I took the huge head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, surprised to find that his precum tasted just like eggnog. I couldn’t believe it – Santa was coming on to me! “Santa’s got a big package for you!”
I covered my mouth and tittered in embarrassment, but his warm smile and merry laugh put me at ease.
