'Twas the night before Xmas

[wormgob]

'Twas the night before Xmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

I unbuckle his pants and slide them down,
His underwear follows them to the ground.
Around his ankles, they do bunch,
Padding my knees, to enjoy my lunch.

I start with his balls, I sniff, then lick,
Dragging my tongue, up his stiffening stick.
I taste the fluid that leaks from the hole,
Running my hand, up and down his pole.

On his mushroom head, he feels my kiss,
Me sucking that thing from which he piss.
It’s so hard, I feel it throb,
Up and down, my head does bob.

Here comes my deepthroat, he starts to groan,
Like a magical ring, coming from his phone.
His head goes back and his eyes do close,
Down so deep, pubes tickling my nose.

I fondle his balls, that feel so smooth,
My cock sucking rhythm, now in a groove.
His legs do quiver, he’s almost there,
His toes lock up, he slides down in his chair.

My mouth so warm, so soft, so tight,
Making that dick feel, oh so, right.
His cum surges up that big fat dong,
While I'm sucking and humming his favorite song.

With a mighty grunt, he shoots his sperm,
Striking my tonsils, his hand holds me firm.
Filling my mouth with spurt after spurt,
On my tongue, rests his thick warm yogurt.

When the blasting stops, I release my mouth,
Preparing his seed to travel down south.
With a wink and smile, I swallow it down,
his balls now empty with nary a frown.