Assume The Position

Blaze descended the stairs one step at a time, slowly but surely, and closed the trap door behind her. Her cock swung freely between her legs, a bead of cum still hanging from the tip from the last load she had blown. When she reached the bottom step, she looked toward the bed...and what she saw there brought a smile to her face, and caused her prick to swell to life once again.

The reporter had blindfolded herself; her wrists were manacled in velvet-covered handcuffs to the bedposts. Her bare legs were crossed, the delicate triangle of her puss just visible in the center of the bed.

They do not celebrate Christmas in Blaze's family, but as she licked her lips and stroked her rapidly stiffening dick, she knew exactly what it was like to find Santa's present under the tree, waiting to be unwrapped.

The shemale dropped to her knees at the edge of the bed. Lois quivered, able to sense someone was there, but not who...or where...until Blaze's hot breath blew across the reporter's toes.

Blaze opened her mouth...she loved to watch Lois wiggle. Loved to watch her shiver in anticipation. Wondered how wet that little slit was getting. Her prick was almost painfully stiff, and there was almost nothing more than she wanted to do right now than climb onto the bed, spread those legs apart by main ****, and dump her load straight into that waiting womb.

But not yet, not yet...

The lips closed around the big toe on Lois' right foot, and began to suck.