"Wait out here, Rudolph. I'm going to take a shower now."

"I can sing it loud from out here."

Water steamed over Babette's boobs. Licked along her labia and clitoris.

"Can't hear you, Rudolph. You'll have sing a lot louder, I think."

"I'll have to come in."

"Hey, Rudolph."

"Hey, it's okay. Look-I don't have a hardon. I just want to sing-"

Babette's hand hooked under his belly.

She brought the cock forward and up. Smacked her self between the thighs.

"Unh."

Gripped his asscheeks within tight fists. Tortured her twatlips.

Rudolph held the head of his twanger. He winced as he flinched at her opening.

Then cracked his haunch forward.

Prickhead ranting on up.

"Oh."

The thickness fidgeted in her vaginal canal. Darted in and out.

The prick worked its snout inward.

Then retreated a ways.

Charged in again.

"Ngh."

"God, Rudolph"

"I won't come."

"It's not that."

"Ugh."

"Aren't you being a little rough?"

"That's how it feels, Babette. Don't tell me you're a virgin."

"I won't tell you anything of the sort."

Babette relaxed her cunt muscles. Accepted his rutting eagerly.

Her twatlips thirsted for the fission of that elusive joyjuice-his jissom.

Rudolph played his fingers up and down her back. Babette shivered as he stroked her ass.

His long musician's fingers fiddled in her cranny. Folded the asscheeks flat apart. Flapping the lobes like a valentine heart.

"Is it in yet?" one of them said.

"You bet."

They both giggled.

Brought lips together.

Exchanged spittle.

Joined at the middle.

Babette hopped he haunch down the length of his lingam. In her crotch, Babette's fingers simulated his stinger.

In her mind, her flopping palm was his scrotum slapping as he rutted.