Valentine’s Day Rough Throat Action With Eddie Danger’s Doggy Style

“We need someone to watch over the girls while they are doing Christmas Carol,” Eddie finished for my father because my dad was waffling. I didn’t know if Eddie used the exact phrase “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!” every year. “This is a blast,” I admitted eagerly. I had spent my entire life being taught NEVER to say it – by MY mother, and now to find out that she considered herself the President of a club of self-admitted cunts – was a mind fuck. Eddie started calling the race fast and furious now like an auctioneer. “Don’t waddle away angry, Aunt Cupid! That made ME feel special. I am sure Eddie told you to stick that paddle where the sun doesn’t shine or throw snowballs at my face the entire time?” she asked, almost like she was encouraging me to do it.