A Desperate Bride-to-be Falls Prey To A Sinister Priest

Suddenly I flinched when I felt his beard hairs tickle. Not at all curious what Santa got you this year?’’
Dazed I clambered up to my feet. Then he lifted me up as if I were nothing more but a rag doll. From between his thick legs, he looked up to me. ‘‘But if that was actually you… that would mean, Bill Goldberg is –’’
‘‘– My alter ego, yes. Good or evil, Santa did not exist! An immortal soul must be earned. Considering that my sphincter was getting stretched to the max. ‘‘You like it when I squeeze, don’t you?’’
‘‘Oooh yes! Stretching my pucker wide open with his big thumbs to make way for his greedy mouth. Lifting my sheets, I discovered myself covered in sperm. A created outlet for my anger. Straight at a poster of my former dream man, who tonight had become my worst nightmare. And while I was gasping for air, I was quickly reminded of whom I was dealing with. Whatever I