❤️‍🔥 😏 You’re a Mean One, Mistress Grinch 😏 ❤️‍🔥 (F4M) (Fem Dom Grinch) (Stacked & Ready to Have Her Cheeks Clapped)

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♪♪ Max! Fetch me my sedative. And a brandy.

It's been a night. Ah. Who will listen, who will listen, who, who, who? Ah.

I hope you're happy. It's gonna stick in my brain all year. Mmm, the cycle never ends.

What is it about Christmas that gets those hooves so hooey? Ah. The nerve of those hooves.

Making me go down there, celebrate their hoobalation. It's as if I'm an honored guest. Disgusting.

Mm. Ah. Yeah, yeah.

Mm, mm, mm. That's, that's right. I know.

I'm brilliant, I'm wonderful. You're blessed to be with me. Come here.

Aw. Get on the Grinchy lap. Oh.

Are you heavier than yesterday? Oh. And who said that was a bad thing? Oh.

Oh. Are you happy? Tell me that you're happy.

Cause then there'll be some point to going down there and going, oh, don't make me. Oh. Christmas music.

Mm. Ah, fine. You and Cindy Lou.

Stupid kid. Teaching me morals. Forgiveness.

Commercialism. Ugh. What? What? Why are you looking at me like you're proud of me? Stop.

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. I went for you, which means I went for me. Which means none of this was selfless or good.

Shush. Ma'am, I'm about to buckaroo you off my lap. Think carefully.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Is that supposed to change my mind? Ugh. More, please.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. It tastes like hoop pudding. I'll get over it.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Oh. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm! Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Okay.

Motivation. You've infiltrated the Grinch's lair. You're scared, you're frightened, you're slightly horny.

You don't know why. And action. How dare you enter the Grinch's lair? The audacity, the nerve, the unmitigated gall.

Now you're doomed. Would you like to be doomed to fire torture or getting your cheeks clapped? What choice? Ha ha ha! This is where I chase you.

Ha ha ha! You're not getting away. You sneaky little who.

Infiltrating my lair, hunting me down like a beast. I'll show you a beast. Ha ha ha! Oh, God.

Too much. Fuck you. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

You thought I was mean? Like me meaner? I can be very, very hairy.

And mean. Clothes off. Mm.

Stupid sweater. You stupid jingles. Holy folly fuckery.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Hello, Nevels. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Ah. Mm. Mm.

What? Mm. Mm.

I'm big. Mm. Mm.

Ah. Mm. Mm.

Ah. Mm. Mm.

It's supposed to hurt. Mm. What about when I twist? Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

You and your sexual binaries. Can a monster girl enjoy sucking on a man's titties? Exactly.

It's normal. It's good. And it's cute when you squeal.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Sick.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Wow. This is better than roast beef. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

You think I can stretch them? You know. If I take one in my mouth.

.. I puff. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Too much? Damn.

And I was enjoying the nipple abuse. Give me your face. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Are you rubbing. ..

my peachy ass? Want a better view? There you go.

Now it's fat in the front of you. What are you gonna do? Mm.

Mm. That's smart. In a good way.

Do it some more. Oh. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

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How did you know it was an ass man? Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. The question is. ..

are you a cock man? Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. What do we have here? Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Somebody's excited. Want me to rub my face on it? Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Ah. Ah.

So soft. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Mm. Mm.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

And my mouth. Ah. You hoes are deviants.

Ah. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Ah. Ah.

Like this. Ah. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

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Ah. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Is that what they teach you down there? Mm.

Mm. Ah. Mm.

Oh. Ah. Mm.

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Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Oh. Mm.

Mm. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. shock.

Ah. Mm. Ah.

But I think I could shock you more. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Uh-oh. What does it feel like I'm doing? Ah.

Ah. I'm burning my cringy titties. Ah.

Ah. I could use. ..

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You're getting me all sticky. Ah. Ah.

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Ah. Too much? Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Ah. Ah.

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Ah. Ah. Ah.

Come on, baby. Ah. Ah.

Dump it on now. Crump it. Ah.

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Ah. Oh. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Stay there.

Ah. Ah. Apparently, in this book that floated up here, in the garbage, there's a position called.

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