I hit something. “I really did practice for this!”
“Damn, a reindeer with a super tight asshole? There was music playing in the background, but I couldn’t tell you what it was. “This is father son bonding time, right?” he quipped. I’d probably give it to Blitzen since she was the one who actually earned it. “If you want to sit this one out because your favorite reindeer isn’t in the running, or you just feel like getting a little dick lick – the three reindeer over in the loser’s stable will nibble on your dick like a rat does cheese! The reindeer often said self-deprecating things about themselves enthusiastically, like brainless bimbos, and that was kind of a turn-on. My mom had said some things to me begrudgingly reluctantly, like calling me Sir through gritted teeth, and that definitely did nothing for me. She smiled and looked over her shoulder at me. “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!”
“I wish we allowed cell phones at this party so I could make a video of you saying that! However, I had to fuck it in – with her help. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t want to win!
