Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

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This piece of art reminds me of one special moment a few years ago during a fun moment of sex with my black lover. I actually hung a few ornaments from his black cock while giving him one of my special blow jobs. It just added some extra pleasure to the moment and since then we’ve done a few other things similar to the xmas theme.
Comment by janice — October 20, 2007 @ 10:21 am