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FLASHYPINK'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
We were nestled all snug in our beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in our heads;
And me in my nighty and him in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler with a really big pack!
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His ass cheeks like roses, his dickhead like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
When he asked "Flashy can you give me a blow?";
His stump like cock I teased with my teeth,
As my warm mouth encircled his shaft like a wreath;
It had a broad head and a big fat round belly,
That shook, as I sucked it, like a bowlful of jelly.
His cock was chubby and plump, the size of a jolly old elf,
And as I deep throated him, I nearly choked myself;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He gave me notice that my mouth would soon be fed;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He put a finger in my pussy then started it to jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He exclaimed "Your pussy smells like a rose!";
He licked his finger, then buried not one but three,
Of his thick long digits back inside of me,
And as his fingers banged my pink, my mouth banged his shaft.
And he couldn't hold back, because I know my Craft.
With my mouth on his cock his warm cum sprung,
Deep from his balls, and onto my tongue,
St. Nick pumped and pumped, seemed the cum would never end,
And he kept saying, "I love my Flashypink friend!";
Then he dove between my legs and ate my creamy nookie,
Exclaiming my sweet pussy was better than any milk and cookie.
Alas to his duties he had to return he explained,
And he thanked me profusely for his balls well drained.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
I LOVE FLASHYPINK'S BLOWJOB EACH XMAS EVE NIGHT!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
We were nestled all snug in our beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in our heads;
And me in my nighty and him in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler with a really big pack!
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His ass cheeks like roses, his dickhead like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
When he asked "Flashy can you give me a blow?";
His stump like cock I teased with my teeth,
As my warm mouth encircled his shaft like a wreath;
It had a broad head and a big fat round belly,
That shook, as I sucked it, like a bowlful of jelly.
His cock was chubby and plump, the size of a jolly old elf,
And as I deep throated him, I nearly choked myself;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He gave me notice that my mouth would soon be fed;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He put a finger in my pussy then started it to jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He exclaimed "Your pussy smells like a rose!";
He licked his finger, then buried not one but three,
Of his thick long digits back inside of me,
And as his fingers banged my pink, my mouth banged his shaft.
And he couldn't hold back, because I know my Craft.
With my mouth on his cock his warm cum sprung,
Deep from his balls, and onto my tongue,
St. Nick pumped and pumped, seemed the cum would never end,
And he kept saying, "I love my Flashypink friend!";
Then he dove between my legs and ate my creamy nookie,
Exclaiming my sweet pussy was better than any milk and cookie.
Alas to his duties he had to return he explained,
And he thanked me profusely for his balls well drained.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
I LOVE FLASHYPINK'S BLOWJOB EACH XMAS EVE NIGHT!
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