The Night Before Christmas
By Wolfboy
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the flats
Not a creature was stirring, except for two cats
The stockings were worn by the chimney with care
And Holly and Carol, they soon would fight there
Their red and green knickers just covered their behinds
While visions of victory danced in their minds
There on the sofa, a stirring in my lap
As the noise rang out from the very first slap
Now on the mats, they started to chatter
Each to distract from the important matter
Nails were used, swung in a slash
And in a tangle, to the mats they crash
The hand squeezing breast of the now fallen Holly
Made her wonder if this fight was mere folly
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
But Carol’s tits as her bra did disappear
Holly latched on with a claw hold so quick
Carol now wondering how she fell for her trick
More rapid than reindeer her cries of pain came
And Holly laughed ‘you’ll remember my name’
‘Why don’t you fuck off’ Carol exclaimed
Clearly worried her tits might be maimed
Then she closed her hands at Holly’s throat, topping it all
Was it she that would win this fall?
Not to be as Holly poked her eye
And she fell to her side, beginning to cry
Now by the hair she was forced into standing
Before a body slam gave her a hard landing
And then in a twinkling, I heard a groan
‘My back! You bitch!’ Carol did moan
Holly held Carol’s bra in her hands as she rolled around
And in an instant, Carol’s hands were bound
On the ground on her back, thong and stockings remained
And Holly kicked her, her advantage maintained
Now Holly forced Carol to clutch at her belly
As a knee to the stomach made turned her insides to jelly
‘I’m going to sit on your face now’ Holly Explained
‘Please don’t!’ in fear, Carol exclaimed
Holly just laughed, showing her teeth
And tore Caro’s thong, exposing her pussy beneath
As Carol lay there, feeling embarrassed
Her tits were mauled as Holly harassed
The redhead knew Carol was almost ready to defeat
Her final trick to do it was really quite neat
For the redhead was certainly big and busty
A grapevine, a smother would prove quite trusty
Now Carol’s hands at the mats did drum
While from the hearth Holly picked up a glass of rum
‘This must be for me?’ she asked her foe
But she couldn’t answer because of her woe
Holly asked ‘do you submit, give in?’
And Carol replied ‘I can’t get air in!’
Holly was mad now and sat on her face
And for Carol this was the end of the race
The redhead sipped on her glass full of grog
And under her ass, Carol slept like a log
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring, except now for one cat….
Happy Christmas!!