T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except this horny guy's lips noisily kissing its way up my neck! Oh, and that mouse scurrying about, warmed by the fireplace, waiting to get its grubby little hands on the Chinese food leftovers we left on the table. I was sitting on Henry's torn sofa, drinking cheap champagne from a glass he had
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