To match her white thigh boots, she wore white, shiny pantyhose, a white latex body and long, fingerless, opera gloves. Her lips were of the same whit...e... just like her eyes.A slow, drained, movement next to her boot caught her eye. She looked down and saw that one of the warriors was alive, desperately trying to grab on to her right boot.Juicy uncrossed her legs and with a playful move of her leg stomped upon his hand. The drained warrior let no sound out of his mouth but even his empty eyes. " His voice was deep, but kind sounding. He reached in his big red bag which looked pretty empty and pulled out an iPad box with a bow on it. "How did you know?" I couldn't believe my eyes. It was exactly what I wanted. "I know all, Jenna. But this gift comes with a price. I need you to be an extra good girl to deserve it." Santa sat the gift down on the mantle above the fireplace and walked towards the couch. He was breathing heavy through his nose as he sat down on the side of it and pulled. Warm liquid began to ooze out of his hole, but the feelings persisted. Nothing could be this good. Nothing! And he would do anything...anything...to feel this way again.***John awoke that night with a sickening feeling in his stomach. It was all he could do to get out of bed and to the bathroom. There the meals of yesterday and even the day before appeared before him in the sink. He had never been this sick. The room spun, it was all he could do to hold on. He cried for help,"Mary!" and slumped. .." in the transport of his desire, Boss Carl was barely able to speak. In his wild, exotic life he had never seen such a beautiful, perfect body."Your skin..." he marveled. "It's so perfect, so soft and smooth..."She stretched her body out on the crisp sheets and crooned, "Tell me more, baby." Your breasts," he moaned, "they're colossal, and shaped like golden pears..." She had not expected any such tenderness from this magnate of erotica. He kissed her passionately yet gently, covering every.