Page 63 of Single Girl Rules: HoHoHo

Just like Slavanka, I sailed through the air. And somehow Iactually landed on the belt.

Slavanka had to catch my arm to keep me from falling off theother side, but I still made it.

“Hold on, Ash!” I yelled. “We’re coming!”

Since we were running the same direction as the belt, wereached her in no time.

“Leg break?” asked Slavanka.

“I think it’s just a cramp,” said Ash.

“I got you, girl.” I jumped over her and pushed on her footto stretch out her calf. “Better?”

Ash moved her leg a little. “Much better. Ah! Watch out!”

I spun around and the wall was inches from my face. I duckedjust in time to avoid being decapitated. I was worried that I was going to haveto deal with the sorting machine, but luckily the conveyor belt split off,sending me and my girls each down a different side belt.

Ash screamed, but I wasn’t sure why.

I got hit by the most refreshing blast of warm air as thebelt carried me into some sort of spa. It smelled like pine trees and fire. Notin like a forest fire sort of way. More like snuggling up with a good book betweena crackling fire and a freshly cut Christmas tree.

The belt carried me under an arch supported by two candy canepillars. And then twoveryhandsome Christmas elves in green lederhosenhelped me off the belt and walked me over to a comfy recliner on an island inthe center of a pool of icing.

Before I knew it, there was a warm towel on my forehead andthe elves began massaging my shoulders with their little but very strong hands.

“Welcome to Santa’s Spa,” said the surprisingly deep voice ofa third elf.

Holy shit he’s hot.The suspenders of his lederhosenframed his bulging, shirtless pecs. The leather work gloves covering his strongforearms made him seem so rough and manly. And don’t even get me started on hissharp jaw line and pointed ears.

Are those real?They looked real.

But of course they weren’t. Because this was just some shortking that Ghostie and Teddybear had found.Right?They’d really goneabove and beyond. They totally could have just like…closed Santa’s Workshopoff. They didn’t have to do a whole spa thing.

I wasn’t complaining, though.

Because these three elves were the hottest short kings I’dever seen. #ShortKingLongDick.I hope.

“What kind of syrup would you like for today’s treatment?” heasked. “We have golden delicate, amber rich, dark robust, very dark, and veryvery dark. Or if you aren’t a syrup kinda gal, we can just do straightmolasses.”

Syrup?I’d had a lot of spa treatments, but never oneinvolving syrup. Maybe it was some sort of code for what kinda dick I was aboutto get? Straight molasses sounded intriguing…but I really wanted thisparticular elf to fuck me. And he looked more like he’d be amber rich. “Amberrich,” I said.

“Excellent choice.” He walked over to a wall of syrup bottlesand grabbed one of the lighter bottles shaped like a big maple leaf. Hismuscles bulged as he twisted the top off. “This might tickle at first,” he saidas he walked back to me. “But just lie back and try to relax.” He tossed thetop of the bottle aside and knelt in front of me. And then he grabbed my kneesand slowly spread my legs.

Is he about to…

Yes. Yes he is.

I gasped as he poured the thick syrup all over my pussy. AndI gasped even louder when he started lapping it up with his tongue.

The combination of the cool syrup and his warm tongue wasfucking amazing.

I would have grabbed his head to push him further, but the othertwo elves had moved from my shoulders down to my arms. It was fine though, becausethe syrup elf kept going deeper and deeper even without my assistance.

At this point, he was hardly licking the syrup at all. Histongue was so deep inside of me.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He spread my thighs further as the other elves moved to mytits, slowly massaging my delicate nipples. His tongue swirled around my wetness.

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