Clifford worked so hard packing up the Christmas ornaments and decorations, lugging those bulky boxes down to the basement, taking down the tree and taking it out to the garden, and all I did was color my nails, using that new glossy black polish I got from Santa.

By the time my nails were dry, Clifford was fast asleep. I’d hoped to reward him with an after-cleanup fuck, but I hadn’t the heart to disturb him.

Maybe not the heart, but I did have the cunt. No, I decided to wait.

But not entirely.

His sleepy penis was just too cute to ignore.