My Teacher Fucks Me Again

A taste I’ll always enjoy at christmas. Not because I can’t handle a hex wrench, mind you, and besides, if that was all I needed I could have asked Troy for a hand. XXX Troy is 17, and although I wasn’t about to buy him that giant subwoofer he asked for, I knew he’d be happy with the iPod he’d find in his Christmas stocking. I took the huge head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, surprised to find that his precum tasted just like eggnog. “Why don’t you come and sit on Santa’s lap, dear, and tell him all about what you want for Christmas?”
I slid onto his lap and snuggled against his burly frame.