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CountrySong -> RE: poetry (12/25/2008 10:58:12 PM)
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For Chirstmas,
Forget the night before, it was Christmas day,
A little naughty elf wanted to play,
But Santa was tired and wanted to rest,
Not bury his pole in elf nest,
Oh how she whined and complained half the day,
Begging Father Christmas for a lay in the hay,
To take a nap was the goal of old Saint Nick,
But when he laid down she grabbed his dick,
Santa got angry and grabbed her hair,
He grabbed tunic, pulled and stripped her bare,
With ribbon he tied her ass in the air,
With his big belt he beat her derriere,
Her tears started streaming but juices did flow,
She only wanted to be Santa’s HO,
How he laid in with that big strap,
Again and again it when - Whap,
Her butt was on fire the pain was intense,
But she just got hotter if that makes any sense,
Her bright cherry butt was a beautiful sight,
As she begged Santa know he'd lost the fight,
His other head started thinking and up it did pop,
While Santa reached over and grabbed a nice crop,
He dropped his red drawers to the ground,
Then thrust deep inside her with one mighty bound,
She let out a scream that was heard way down south,
For she felt for sure he'd come out her mouth,
To little elf Santa had a giant tool,
She climaxed in pain and started to drool,
Santa he pumped till he gave her his seed,
Then used some ribbon to rig up harness and lead,
He lead her out bare in the snow,
Shivering and shaking to the workshop she did go,
To a sturdy stool he bent her and tied her,
Then used some spare wood to spread her legs wider,
He looked around at the elf’s waiting there,
"Christmas bonus!" he shouted "You all get a share."
He turned around and walked out of the shop,
While the first elf started to top,
Some used her face and others her bottom,
Most used her womb gate without a condom,
She moaned and she struggled and begged,
While time after time her body got pegged,
It took several days till all got inside,
She climaxed often and sometimes she cried,
When everyone had had their thrill,
They lead her back out into the chill,
They locked her in a reindeer stall,
Then quietly marched back to their hall,
As she curled up in the warm hay,
She smiled and though of tomorrows day,
When Mistress Claus would come to her cage,
Her playing with Santa would cause quite a rage,
The whips and the lashes she could not avoid,
Across her sweet body they would be deployed,
And she knew she would never quite be the same,
If Mistress used her in a kinky reindeer game.
By Countrysong
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