Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal Pillow Novels & Stories

I started to take a look at the other items and saw a huggable pillow. “Well. Thore enjoyed and appreciated even a simple thing. He loves to take a nap too. I guess it will be useful for him.” I smiled and took the pillow. And brought it to the salesclerk. “Can you print a message on it, too?” “Sure.” She said, “Wait for a while. Oh! Are we going to wrap it together with the mug?” “No. I'll give it to another person. Please wrap it too.” “Okay.” “Are you done?” Raylie approached me.

Hayzel laughed and shook her head so hard her pigtails flew back and forth across her eyes. “I go to pre-K because I’m too little for Big-K because my birthday comes too late because it’s the day after Christmas and I can probably get a puppy if I ask Santa and Mommy’s gonna get me a fairy doll for my birthday because Christmas is for the puppy and he’ll be all white like a snowball and he’ll play with me and lick me like Lizzie’s puppy does when I get to play there and…”

Mike, Willy, and Janet were eager to see the gift, so they fixed their eyes on the gift box as she opens it. When Ana took the gift out of the box, everyone's face changed dramatically except for Christy and Mick. The gift was nothing but a dildo! Ana's pretty face turned extremely pale with anger. " Christy Brown, what do you mean? How can you buy such a gift for me?" She snapped angrily She was so ashamed and enrage that she threw away the gift in her hand, her face flushed. Willy's face turned extremely pale too. Why did Christy have to rub salt in his wound?

It morphed into anxiety, fear, self-doubt, and countless sleepless nights. I looked at my cold, swollen fingers, then slowly asked, "Ivano, did you have a happy Christmas?" Caught off guard by my response, the other end of the line went quiet. All the lectures he'd planned were suddenly stuck in his throat. Smiling, I said softly, "I had a happy Christmas too because I discovered a secret. The comment I wrote wasn't meant to mock you. I genuinely wish all of you well." Without hesitation, I hung up.

High and delicately rounded they went perfectly with the tiny waist, the long, sleek thighs and the petal-pink, sweetly crinkled sex that peeped demurely yet raunchily through a bush of flossy gold-brown curls. ‘Misty - our Mystery Yuletide Pet’ the write-up announced, and as his hand slid to his prick - in homage to her beautiful, bountiful flesh - Niall couldn’t think of anything he’d like for Christmas better. He’d only bought this mag today, but he was already head-over-heels in lust with pages fifty-two through fifty-nine!

I try reaching for the other pillows at the other side, but he’s quicker than I am. “Fuck!” I curse under my breath. He bursts into laughter as he stuffs the pillows under his arms. All four of them. Gone. I pound my fists into the bed. “What do you get out of this?” I ask, fighting the smile that creeps up my cheeks. His eyes are dancing, daring me to reach for the pillows. I sink back on the bed. My neck screams instantly. “I’ll give you money for one of them. Name your price.” He scoffs. “I don’t need your money.”

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

Every time his palm connects I moan louder, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes, give me those sounds, make me grow inside your cunt, Victoria!” He groans animalistically, fucking me roughly, just the way I like it. He leans over my back, reaches around, and takes one nipple between his fingers, pinching hard while he spanks the other breast with his free hand. “You like being treated like this? Like a dirty little fucktoy on your client’s couch?” “Yes…mmm…” “I like it…ahh…don’t stop…” Oh damn, I really do.

The softer the bed, the better I always said. My lips curled up in a happy smile when I turned my attention to the crimson and gold pillows, noting that each one of them were monogrammed with my initials. Sitting beside the body pillow were two beautiful, obviously hand-stitched spotted horses that also bore my initials. It stunned me even more to see the horses. They were very similar to the ones he had bought on my 14th birthday from the thrift store. My mother had wanted to take me shopping, but when Rip tried to convince her to take me to WalMart, she had refused.

Holy hell. She was sprawled across pink flannel sheets, dim lamp light striping her bare skin like gift-wrap. Legs spread wide, knees hooked over the bed's edge, one hand working a thick purple dildo in and out of her shaved pussy like she was starving for it. The toy glistened, drenched in her delicious wetness. Every thrust made a filthy and wet squelch, her juices flicked onto her thighs, her ass, the sheets in messy little arcs. Her tits, round, heavy, nipples dark and stiff, with each move of her hips, begging to be