New Year Countdown 2022

Transcript

We usually consider the practice of being good all year round to have two primary benefits. One, avoiding punishment, and two, getting gifts from Santa on Christmas. But what if I told you there was a third reason, and that was so that you can come with me on midnight at New Year's?

Have you been that good this year? I would hate to start the year off with a ruined orgasm, or none at all. So tell me, have you been good? Are you going to come with me at midnight? Have you been good enough that you've earned the privilege of being filled as the clock strikes twelve, and to have your whole squeezing me while I'm doing the filling?

I'm not one for going out to celebrate the New Year. I'll host, perhaps, or just spend it with you. Because we need to prepare.

Minutes, maybe even a half hour, before the clock strikes, before all the parties and celebrations and everything kicks off. We're going to be getting started. I can't possibly expect you to get warmed up and come just in the last minute or two of the year.

I mean, if I put my lips down there on your pussy and pulled and sucked in the legs, I bet we could get you pretty wet in a minute, but it would be an injustice to try to make you come with just that little amount of time. I'd rather take my time. I'd rather start with some flirty touches, us holding each other, me running my hand up and down your arm, pulling you closer, wrapping my arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a kiss, and then a more passionate one, and then two, three, four more until we're laying on top of each other and our hands are desperately searching, grasping at each other's bodies.

That's how I want to spend the last fifteen, twenty minutes of the new year, tangled up with you, so when they do start the countdown, and I'm already deep inside you, and have been for a few minutes, and I tell you that you have been so good this year, I want you to come with me at midnight. You'll be ready to. And on the TV, while they count down, and you are stroking me with your hole, and as they count down from ten, I'm going to continue to slide my cock in and out of you, to feel your insides grab at my piercing and hold me tight, locked deep in that wet, warm, tight little squeezing, gripping hole of yours, the one that wraps around my cock so fucking well.

They'll be counting down, and looking at things dropping, and toasting with champagne, and the sweat is going to drop off of me onto your back, with the effort of giving you the fucking you deserve, to try to instigate the orgasm you earned this year, being so good. And when they get to three, two, and finally one, I'm not going to hold back, and I don't want you to, either. I want to start the new year with you filled and flooded, and me drained and empty.

Seems only fitting, doesn't it? If not fitting, then perhaps a tight squeeze. So what do you say? Have you been good? Are you going to come with me? I thought so, and I'm looking forward to it.

Come for me.