This beautiful, festive season of Yuletide joy reminds me of my favorite Christmas memory. In 2011 I cooked and basted my first turkey. After stuffing it, I took it in my bedroom and fucked it. Thrusting my c*** through the innards and bread dressing, I came deep inside the bird. A few hours later the guests arrived and we all enjoyed it.
After almost everybody left, I took position beneath the glass coffee table. Beauregard, who I especially made creamed corn for, stood atop it and squatted. Eventually his brown star released its filthy payload of liquid s***. Pumping my rock-hard c*** feverishly, I came quickly, the sound of feces rattling off glass music to my ears.