Pass The Naughty Parcel

It was a festive tradition growing up to play pass-the-parcel on Christmas Eve and so my husband and our lodger Sophie were happily tossing around a box that my husband Hank had wrapped earlier.

Turns out though that Hank has wrapped the wrong gift! When Sophie opens an adult-toy chaos ensues. I take it from her and explain that Hank meant it for me, but when I go to retrieve the gift later I find it missing. I march to Sophie’s room confront her, but through the crack in the door I can see her playing and I don’t want to interrupt. Hank surprises me from behind and soon the pair of us are spying on Sophie as she explores herself. Hank’s getting excited behind me and we chance a quickie in the corridor.

We end up falling through Sophie’s open door, and with the three of us in varying states of undress and arousal there’s only one thing left to do!

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Hljóðbók: 24 januari 2022