Christmas Dick Delivery ♕

Christmas Dick Is On The Way

I don’t know what you have on your wish list this year for Santa, but I have been a naughty girl. The kicker is that I’ve been very good at it. My wish list is nothing crazier out of the normal, but yes, I did put down some Christmas dick. Do you remember that old Saturday Night Live “dick in a box”? They did a whole song about it. It’s hilarious. If you don’t know, look it up. I mentioned this funny, cute part of my story because it made me laugh When I had a particular delivery, and it almost went like that.

One cold, frosty morning, there was a knock at my door. I wrapped myself in a robe I’d been laying under the covers, naked, of course. My fuzzy blanket, possibly talking to a friend if you were lucky, might’ve been you, but either way, I wrapped myself in the robe and went to the front door.  Did I think there’d be some Christmas dick for me? No, but I found a tall older man with gray speckles and a beard. I could tell his arms were strong and bulging through the thermal-style shirt covering them, and in front of his dick, he held a box a reasonably large box.

Christmas Dick Door Service

He said he had a package for me. I smiled and in my head said Christmas dick, right? That phrase alone made me smile. My mind always goes to a dark place; it happens naturally, and I can’t help it. I open the door to let him in to get out of the cold. He came in, set the box down, and got his little electronic tablet ready for me to sign. As I reached for it, I let my robe loosen around me. It slowly opened in the front and fell down my shoulder, leaving more of my cleavage and half of my breast exposed.

He shifted his weight from one side to the other. I gave him a glance and a quick smile. His eyes weren’t looking at my eyes, so my eyes looked down too. My eyes trailed down the front of his uniform and rested slowly there and that growing bulge of Christmas dick beneath his pants. I pressed the wrong button on a little electronic thing and told him oops, and could he fix it for me as I handed it back to him, my robe opened even more, and I let it.

I Want To Open My Presents Early.

He corrected whatever problem there was as he reached back to me with his hands to hand me the electronic tablet and that little pen. I made eye contact with him. I went forward, passed his hands, and started doing his belt. He looked at me, startled, but he didn’t move like my submissive little angel while I unwrapped my Christmas dick. As I pulled his pants down, I went down to the floor with them, letting my robe slide off my body.

Finally, I took him in my mouth; I felt nothing nice, sweet, soft, or gentle. Next, I pushed his cock so deep down my throat. It was like I was trying to swallow this Christmas dick. He just let me have my way with him, taking him deeper, licking and drooling all over him. It didn’t take long before he blew his thick white load down my throat I swallowed it up like the good girl that I am. I even pulled his pants up, zipping and latching them. Then, I stood up, catching his eye again, re-signed his electric tablet, opened the door, and wished him a good day.

Do you have a nice Christmas dick for me?