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Ms. Satin Klaus

The North Pole †  
Ms. Satin Klaus
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What, yaíll expected on this festive night to show up an old, outdated myth †  
In a red suit to cheer up and fulfill a grown manís wish list †  
Mm.. think again †  
That concept got tossed out somewhere in the polar wind †  
This is the Dawning of the Age Of Aquarius, and I spread for my holiday cheer as I come bearing my sacred gifts †  
This is for my handsome Hebrew Kings and my presents I bestow upon them starting with the taste of my lips †  
Mesmerizing them with a soft lingering kiss †  
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Around this time of the year my stilettos are on nightly patrol †  
Over the hills and braced by the cushion of the snow †  
So, keep in mind as I come out the cold, right before I cross your threshold †  
Clothes off, a bow wrapped around your girth as you greet my lips under that dangling mistletoe †  
Mmm... inch closer, my love, let me lose myself in your hypnotic eyes, your manly scent as you slowly remove my clothes †  
I am the winter nightís dream when youíre stroking yourself, needing the tender touch effect of that Ho..Ho..Ho †  
Tender whispers against the side of my neck, while you are fingering me making me pant for you, Iím way past wet †  
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According to my scrolls, you have been arrogant, and the flip side of nice †  
I hope you like my soft cream centered cookie... all I need is your milk... oh yes, if you have been mischievous, I will make you release inside me twice †  
On my back, with my legs in the air, I love when a King plays my heartstrings like Iím a seductive toy †  
Between my thighs, as heís parting me for his holiday yuletide, the resonating of its sensations, the headboard banging, oh my, itís such a beautiful noise †  
Making love to him on his King size sleigh bed †  
My wrists clasped, he positioned them over my head †  
Who knew his thrusting devotion, sliding in and out my love potion is caused by my Satin dress of red †  
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Planting his palms on the mattress, our bodies seesawing, dipping †  
Harmoniously shifting †  
Who is the gift and who is the present †  
I am breathless, and his strength to please me is unmatched in the relent †  
Oh, sweet mercy, he has taken my body through the twelve days of Christmas †  
Flogging my soul, with each plummeting dipping into my tricking mist †  
I see why his list is deemed private and exclusive, I was not prepared it would lead to all of this †  
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No, he didnít just mummer against my legs braced against his chest †  
While heís sinking deeper and deeper in, Iím the best tight cunt heís ever felt †  
And all he wanted for this night was some butter rum †  
Then to have Ms. Satin Klaus, gyrating all over his throbbing arousal to make him cum and cum †  
Mm... little did he know, we are not remotely done †  
Some other Hebrew King might not get their present in time, itís almost midnight and this feels too good to stop, get up, or run †  
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ďDonít worry Ms. Satin Klaus, you will see only my face upon the Grand Rising of the North Pole Sun.Ē †  
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And who am I to deny that promise †  
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Happy Holidays my Hebrew Kings and my Universal Knights †  
From Ms. Satin Klaus †  
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Copyright©SKC-2023
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
For it is in giving that we receive.

Francis of Assisi
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