Sweet_n_SpicySprite
Sassy Lass
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‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the chatroom
Not a boyfriend or husband was stirring, not even a mouse;
The lacy stockings slung over the silken thighs without care,
In hopes that the gifts of luscious passion would magically be there;
All cozy and sensual, nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of voracious men danced in my head;
And me in my satin robe and hair up in a cap,
I had just settled down for a rapturous nap,
When in the pm box there arose such a clatter,
I bounced on the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the inbox I flew like a flash,
Tore open my robe and threw off the sash.
View attachment 2195702 Merry Christmas
Noelle 
Not a boyfriend or husband was stirring, not even a mouse;
The lacy stockings slung over the silken thighs without care,
In hopes that the gifts of luscious passion would magically be there;
All cozy and sensual, nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of voracious men danced in my head;
And me in my satin robe and hair up in a cap,
I had just settled down for a rapturous nap,
When in the pm box there arose such a clatter,
I bounced on the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the inbox I flew like a flash,
Tore open my robe and threw off the sash.
View attachment 2195702 Merry Christmas


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