Here Cums Santa's Cock
Copyright© 2025 by Freya Gersemi
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Cynthia and Katie troll local malls for holiday dick. Sounds like fun? Well, it is!! I wanted to end my first year as an erotic fiction author with a bang (over a dozen bangs, to be precise!). This involves cowgirl, BBW, spanking, gang bang, lesbian, first time male, cheating husband, mature, MMF menage a trois, anal, cunnilingus, masturbation, dual penetration, facial – there’s a lot going on!!! One chapter posted each week. eBook available over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
“I want to be a cosmetic surgeon specializing in facial reconstructive surgery in children. I’m hoping to travel and help children born with birth defects and disfigurements due to injuries or medical issues.”
After twenty-plus years of introverted behavior spent watching and observing, Katie was pretty good at reading people. The love that showed on Alex’s face when he spoke about helping disadvantaged children seemed very real. “Okay. You’re either a total saint or you’re super creepy but just a fantastic liar.”
Alex let go of Cynthia’s hand. “Come. I’ll show you.” He began walking away. The girls paused for a second, then Katie, making the decision to at least continue, nudged Cynthia forward. They followed him down a corridor, then went through the exit door that he held open for them.
“That is my van,” Alex said, pointing to a white van with “Alexopoulos and Sons - Florist” on the side.
“Your name is Alex Alexopoulos?” Katie asked.
“No. That is my maternal grandparents. My last name is Florakis.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim, but expensive-looking wallet. Opening it, he retrieved a laminated card and handed it to Cynthia.
Katie plucked it from Cynthia’s hand. It was an ID card from a prestigious medical school about thirty miles away. “So, you’re Florakis the florist?”
Alex smiled. “Not much better, is it?”
Handing the card back to Alex, Katie put her hands on Cynthia’s waist and gave her a gentle push towards the van. Cynthia looked back at her, questioning. “Go ahead. This is what you want,” Katie urged.
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