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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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‘‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse.
Her stockings were hung of the bed
With no care
And her knickers on the floor
When I passed her room
Seeing them there
I knew she was out
And could resist
So quietly stepped in
Not hanging around long
And picked up from the floor
Her tiny pink thong.
Freshly worn
That I could see
I lifted them high
So I could see
The marks of her naughtiness
The semen that had dried
Thinking of how she’d been fucked
That big cock slipping inside
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