Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal Pillow Novels & Stories

“Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas, you filthy animals. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus has a sack full of surprises… but only if you unwrap me first.” She drags one manicured nail down the zipper, letting the coat fall open another inch. Her nipples are already rock-hard, poking through the fur trim. She grabs her own tits, squeezes them together, and gives the camera a wicked grin. I’m standing just off-camera in nothing but red velvet pants and a Santa hat, my cock already straining against the Santa’s fabric. My heart’s hammering. I step into frame, voice low and rough.

She leans over and kisses my forehead and says goodnight. I chuckle at the wrapping. Christmas themed, must be Cassandra. I tear it open to reveal a box of ammunition. I open the box and instead of bullets, I find a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a pair of blue underwear that says 'Cop-A-Feel' on the buttox. I chuckle as I lift them up, and realize that instead of looking forward to seeing Patricia wear them, I see that they are in fact, men's underwear. No flipping way am I wearing these damn chili chokers.

“The animals will appreciate you.” “It’s been my pleasure,” Martha assured her, patting her arm. “Merry Christmas, Noelle.” Looking at Brady, standing there talking to Rhonda, a sympathetic smile on his face, she wasn’t sure about that, but she did manage to say, “Merry Christmas.”

Merry Christmas, V, sighed Roth, trying so hard not to feel disappointed. Vince sighed along with his wolf and just stayed buried under his bed covers. There was no use in getting up if it was just gonna be another cold Christmas for him and his wolf. He tried not to think of what happened back there at his mate's house, but that was all that kept playing and replaying in his head. +++ "OH MY GOD! NO, STAY AWAY! SHIT PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEEEEAAASSE!"

The first button dial on the office phone was plastered with a sticker of Melissa's face. There was a pink Happy Capy cup on the desk. The chair cushion was also a pink Happy Capy pillow. The desktop had numerous Happy Capy items, and even the folders had been replaced with Happy Capy ones.

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

{Zoe} “You are the most horrible woman that I’ve ever met, but don’t worry, I’m about to fuck that hatefulness out of your system,” Elijah promised. It was now my turn to gape in shock. Elijah wrestled out of his jeans while I slid off the remainder of my clothing. His dick was just as massive as I thought, and my pussy drenched in sweet anticipation. He opened up my thighs, and I thought he was about to go down on me, but instead, he spat on my cat and rubbed himself up and down my folds.

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I found that he secretly took a photo of me being tied up with a red rope. I quarreled with Lester, who said that it was for commemoration and he would save it as a photo for viewing. I disagreed and asked him to delete it. Hearing that, Lester didn't insist on his way. He deleted the source file as I watched him do it. But after this small incident, my suspicion of Lester deepened little by little. On the weekend night, Lester asked me to come to him and showed me his new purchase. It was a collar with a chain, which was well-made and even quite beautiful.

Her face flamed upon realising that he was looking at her pillow. "A fucking strawberry pillow?" Daniel amusedly asked. She should not have but she did turn beet red for her cute stuff suddenly and shoved her offending pillow behind her back. In her haste, the corner of another pillow, a watermelon this time, peeked out from behind her back. "Don't tell me .. there's more?" His laughter, low and deeply masculine, filled the room. Even though Mili gently denied pressing her back more against the bed frame, he pulled her a little causing her pillows to fall out.