Those sweet boobies were sweeter still with the creamy, thick, golden eggnog flowing on them…

And there nothing that roasts my chestnuts quite like a sweet pus-say (French again) made sweeter still…

But the piece de resistance (third time! ooh-la-la!) was this little piece of ass…

Board rules (and Elisabeth’s quite prudish policies) prevent me from showing you a photo of my (shall we say) candy cane, but believe me, it was quite properly licked. Never once did I say, “Leggo my Eggo.” Thanks, M. You’re the best.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Ho. Ho. Ho.
Monk