Is She a Good Girl or a Naughty Elf? READ PART ONE!!!
I was a good girl, I honestly was! Saving myself for marriage, like I’d been taught. Premarital sex was for bad girls and I wasn’t a bad girl. But if I wasn’t a bad girl, why did being bad feel so fucking good?
I bit my lip and took a deep breath, placing my soft hand on Santa’s hard dick. He gasped and I learned for the first time how much pleasure making a man gasp gives me.
I’d never even seen a man’s penis in real life but having it hard in my hand and feeling his hairy belly moist with sweat was so hot. I glanced around again, terrified of being seen, but all the lights were out, it was just us. Taking a deep breath I plunged my hand below the waistband – it wasn’t hard to find his cock, standing up as hard and straight.
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