He laid her on the table.
So white clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck and then her breast.
And then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide...he looked inside.
All was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms...
And then he stuffed the turkey.
2 comments:
HOT, NOT!
not whetting your appetite for the grand xmas feast onnie?
i did have someone comment earlier today that they hoped alcohol could clear this picture from their memory.
and i have actually enhanced it with appropriate christmas paraphernalia too.
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