’Jamie smiled, and quickly that smile turned into a grin. Soon enough his face ached as he looked so fucking adorably at Jake, now ‘Yeah,’ he s...aid, thinking about it, ‘yeah it was fucking hot.’ But Jamie had to come clean. Jake wasn’t the only thing on his mind and not the only reason he should feel guilty. He just couldn’t bring himself to. Not yet. ‘I’d do it again,’ he then teased, wondering what might happen.Jake looked him dead in the eyes making it so hard, then, for him to look away or. ... wants...... ANAL!!!” he yelled, ramming his cock, hard and fast, right up her tight, puckering, little ass, causing the panties to fly off her beautiful face.“Oh, yes, Santa!” cried Jilnar, who probably loved anal a lot more than any good little girl should, “Fuck my ass!”“OHHHHHHH!!!!” screamed Santa maniacally, “You bad, bad little girl! You bad, bad little.... SLUT!!” “Oh, yes, Santa!” she screamed, “Make me a good little slut, Santa! Please make me a good little slut!”Santa was. "It's only me," said a soft voice."Who's me?" I asked, taking the pistol off full-cock."Dora," she said. "She got the ring first."A slight figure knelt beside me, shucking off her shoes, and I opened the blanket and she rolled in with her back to me. I slowly lowered my arm over her. She was wearing a heavy coat, but I could feel that her icy cold feet and legs were bare."Papa said we could help keep you warm," she whispered."Did he? Are you sure you asked him? And how old are you, Miss Dora?". I turned back to the fine print on the bottle, and let my eyes wander through the mirror to the sole of her foot. My eyes followed her legs up and I noticed a caterpillar crawling along the hem of her skirt. I said ‘It looks like you have a hitchhiker on your skirt.’Marisa looked back down at me and followed my pointing finger to her hemline. ‘Oh, thanks,’ she said as she lifted her right leg to flare her skirt, and flicked the caterpillar off with a fingernail. She turned back and her toes.