An ache to stroke doesn't compare to one another, your desperation can grow and change in one **** of my finger, but what about jingles? What about this holiday, full of merriment, it can bring so much more than just joy, but JOI. Oh it would be good to stroke, to grip it and fuck your hand. But how could I make it easy for you? Why the fuck would I ever give you an easy way, your struggle will forever keep me wet. Keep your eyes on mine, keep em set and avoid getting triggered by my jingle pasties, my pretty tits clapping in your face, it's not going to be easy to avoid. Only if you keep your eyes on me, will you get to stroke. Ready?
