He pushes his middle finger against my bud, and the heel of his thumb into the hollow of my vagina and I'm imagining us there, in that crowded elevato...r, him with one hand inconspicuously between my legs from behind, the other hand in his pocket for his own pleasure, me, trapped and helpless against his touch and fuck, I'm coming.“Excuse me, I think this is your floor.”I blink, then blink again. Then I wipe my chin because I could swear I was drooling. I quickly check the number above the. "Oh really, where are your things?" I asked."I have no things. I left all that behind, when I left my last job and I mean it was my last job." he said."Oh, traumatic departure?" I asked it imagining a run to the airport in a hail of gunfire."Let's say I won't be heading back to the birthplace of Dracula anytime soon," he said with a giggle like girl. Maybe he is gay, I thought."So how did you wind up here?" I had a pretty good idea."My old Russian friend told me about this place. I had to come. He had seen a receipt for one of the gifts. We shook hands, and I waited for him to reveal that he was my Santa.They asked me to guess, and I named him. I pointed out the things that he had done to give away the secret. He was laughing the whole time. When I finished, he simply said, "Nope."It turned out that my Santa was one of the freshman girls. I was surprised that she had even signed up, because she was supposedly dating a senior. While everybody else laughed at how well they had tricked. Her curling toes said she was enjoying every bit of it. I went down, pulled down her soaking panties and kisses her pussy. She hissed. I bite he clit and another loud moan turned me into eating her sweet-salty pussy vigorously. Having no hair, it smelled like heaven and I bet I could’ve eaten it whole night, had she not pulled me off with my hair. She started stroking my dick with her hand, I asked her to suck it but she refused.I said at least kiss and lick it to make it wet. She did so,.