A Christmas Cumslut
Still slightly shaken up by what you have experienced sleep doesn't come easily but does eventually take you.
The sleeps is short lived and ended when you are awoken by a large bang and the site of your bedroom door falling inwards. Fear hits you instantly and you find yourself wide awake, at the top of your bed with your legs curled up towards your chest to instinctively protect yourself. Your fear is short lived as you see a gorgeous brunette walk in through what used to be your bedroom door, dressed in a sexy Santa outfit. You sigh in relief and sink back into your bed while thinking to yourself that if this is one of the ghosts you've been warned of you wouldn't mind being haunted for the rest of your days. You decide to make the best of your night being interrupted and begin doing what you do best, that is to say stroking your cock. You stare at her as your aggressively continue to stroke your cock while staring at the mysterious women, wishing she would reveal more to help stimulate you. The women seems completely unmoved by your attempt to get yourself off while staring at her and you being to think she is going to let you stroke yourself to completion, when you feel your right hand thrown away from your cock and lashed to your right leg by a mysterious hidden force. Your mouth widens in disbelief, you don't believe in silly things like magic but despite your best efforts your arm remains lashed to your leg.