"What?"
"You heard me. Suck this c**k like a popsicle on a hot July day in the dessert."
"I already fell for that trick with the Spirit of XXX-Mas Past, demanding that his n****e ring be tweaked, making me think that's how we were transported through time from place to place."
"There's no trick here," the ghost assured him. "I can transport you anywhere we need to go without ever exposing my c**k to you. That has nothing to do with the fact that I want it sucked. And sucked good. Now!"
Dickteaser had to admit to himself that the foot-long schlong, with its base buried in a nest of thick and tangled pubic hair, looked like a tempting treat. After all, there was nothing wrong with enjoying a hearty snack of c**k before getting back to the business at hand.
The Spirit of XXX-Mas Pr
