Page 63 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Just like Slavanka, I sailed through the air. And somehow I actually landed on the belt.
Slavanka had to catch my arm to keep me from falling off the other side, but I still made it.
“Hold on, Ash!” I yelled. “We’re coming!”
Since we were running the same direction as the belt, we reached her in no time.
“Leg break?” asked Slavanka.
“I think it’s just a cramp,” said Ash.
“I got you, girl.” I jumped over her and pushed on her foot to stretch out her calf. “Better?”
Ash moved her leg a little. “Much better. Ah! Watch out!”
I spun around and the wall was inches from my face. I ducked just in time to avoid being decapitated. I was worried that I was going to have to deal with the sorting machine, but luckily the conveyor belt split off, sending me and my girls each down a different side belt.
Ash screamed, but I wasn’t sure why.
I got hit by the most refreshing blast of warm air as the belt carried me into some sort of spa. It smelled like pine trees and fire. Not in like a forest fire sort of way. More like snuggling up with a good book between a crackling fire and a freshly cut Christmas tree.
The belt carried me under an arch supported by two candy cane pillars. And then twoveryhandsome Christmas elves in green lederhosen helped me off the belt and walked me over to a comfy recliner on an island in the center of a pool of icing.
Before I knew it, there was a warm towel on my forehead and the elves began massaging my shoulders with their little but very strong hands.
“Welcome to Santa’s Spa,” said the surprisingly deep voice of a third elf.
Holy shit he’s hot.The suspenders of his lederhosen framed his bulging, shirtless pecs. The leather work gloves covering hisstrong forearms made him seem so rough and manly. And don’t even get me started on his sharp jaw line and pointed ears.
Are those real?They looked real.
But of course they weren’t. Because this was just some short king that Ghostie and Teddybear had found.Right?They’d really gone above and beyond. They totally could have just like…closed Santa’s Workshop off. They didn’t have to do a whole spa thing.
I wasn’t complaining, though.
Because these three elves were the hottest short kings I’d ever seen. #ShortKingLongDick.I hope.
“What kind of syrup would you like for today’s treatment?” he asked. “We have golden delicate, amber rich, dark robust, very dark, and very very dark. Or if you aren’t a syrup kinda gal, we can just do straight molasses.”
Syrup?I’d had a lot of spa treatments, but never one involving syrup. Maybe it was some sort of code for what kinda dick I was about to get? Straight molasses sounded intriguing…but I really wanted this particular elf to fuck me. And he looked more like he’d be amber rich. “Amber rich,” I said.
“Excellent choice.” He walked over to a wall of syrup bottles and grabbed one of the lighter bottles shaped like a big maple leaf. His muscles bulged as he twisted the top off. “This might tickle at first,” he said as he walked back to me. “But just lie back and try to relax.” He tossed the top of the bottle aside and knelt in front of me. And then he grabbed my knees and slowly spread my legs.
Is he about to…
Yes. Yes he is.
I gasped as he poured the thick syrup all over my pussy. And I gasped even louder when he started lapping it up with his tongue.
The combination of the cool syrup and his warm tongue was fucking amazing.
I would have grabbed his head to push him further, but the other two elves had moved from my shoulders down to my arms. It was fine though, because the syrup elf kept going deeper and deeper even without my assistance.
At this point, he was hardly licking the syrup at all. His tongue was so deep inside of me.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
He spread my thighs further as the other elves moved to my tits, slowly massaging my delicate nipples. His tongue swirled around my wetness.
