I stood in mid-air holding you by the hips and thrusting into your body. I watched your breasts float to and fro. It felt so good. We could do any pos...ition, perfectly. I felt the need to thrust harder, so I adjusted us back around. This time, my legs were across your body and yours were across mine. The scissor like maneuver I had only seen between two women in porn films. I grabbed your ankle at my chest, and you grabbed mine between your firm breasts. As we pulled, it pressed our loins. “Now we’re even,” she told me with a wink, and her voice sounded exactly like I had imagined it, melodic and with a rough edge. “Now we’ve both stalked each other.” Her thumb trailed over the back of my hand and made goosebumps of pleasure race up my arm. “Tell me,” she asked with a glint in her eyes, “do you like to play games?” ‘God yes!’ I wanted to shout in answer. ‘Any game you want me to play!’ Instead, my whispered, “Yes.” was hoarse and trembling. “Let’s play ‘four questions’. I’ll get. The driver gave her an envelope as she entered. It read: “Come over in Room 41, ask the concierge, he will lead you to me. Mr F.” They came to a stop in front of a cheap hotel. The kind of hotel where people stopped by for casual sex. She got out and numbly reached out for the door knob. As soon as she stepped in, a thin blond boy in his early twenties introduced himself as the concierge. He then said: “Mrs Reynolds? Mr F is waiting for you in room 41. Second floor, at the far right end” She. After some ten or twelve minutes of blowing Santa, the tell-tale signs appeared. Santa’s legs started to weaken and he became unsteady on his feet. His balls retracted as his scrotum hardened. Soon, Candice could feel a twitching along his cock as his orgasm had just begun. Santa tried to pull away just prior to cumming, causing Candice to hug him tightly around his buttocks. Santa was unable to retract or extricate his cock from her mouth. Looking up at Santa, Candice could see he was very.