Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
My partner was stirring, so I took off her blouse.
The handcuffs were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that, eventually, she soon would be there.
No children to be nestled, only rooms with empty beds,
With visions of tonight dancing in our heads.
She tore off her clothing as I brought her to my lap,
There we settled on the couch, though not for a nap.
When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we crept with a dash,
I peeked through the blinds as she hid all the stash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what my curious eyes should survey,
But an Uber with four s**bots, ready to play.
No driver appears, the car must be robotic,
So I opened the door and shouted, "Come quick!"
More rapid than drones the s**bots had strolled,
As they smiled, and then whispered each of their roles.
"I dominate; I dance; I copulate with no hands;
And I am at your bidding," the fourth said, teasing her glans.
As they made their way inside, and pushed me to the wall,
My partner then handed them a strapped shiny red ball.
With dry lips that before had ached through their trip,
When they meet with an obstacle, they wet 'til they drip.
So to the second floor they carried my partner up,
With a sack full of s** toys, I followed suit like a pup.
And then, in a scatter, I heard just above,
The shuffling and scuffling of each making love.
As I drew in my head, they pulled me with something fierce,
Then show off their bodies, spreading, ready to pierce.
They were all dressed the same, from their head to their feet,
Nothing but the silicon bare skin, cheek to cheek.
One had a strap-on that was wrapped around her waist,
So we lined up, embraced, and then thrusted with haste.
Their eyes begin to dilate; their skin with goosebumps,
As they're pegging and moaning, becoming cybernetic pumps.
Their mouths open wide, screaming, begging for more,
So I try holding on as sweat rains from their pores.
My partner by the corner, teasing as she vapes a bowl,
Thick clouds starts to trail behind as she takes control.
Our eyes now in contact, she then whispers with such allure
Saying, "Don't you cum just yet, my love. For you will have to endure."
Her a** is so plump, a right thick female Dom,
As she grinds with no relent, and then taunts a moment's calm.
She winks her eye with pleasure as she twists to see her prey,
A look with dark satisfaction, and says, "I'm ready, no more delay."
No words were spoken, we then went straight to work,
And filled every orifice throughout our dance, ending with a devilish smirk.
As we lay our bodies aside, reminiscing this erotic bliss,
We look up and see a mistletoe plea, and end the night with a kiss.
The s**bots left with a smile, pa**ing by with one last wave,
And away they all went, like a rocket ship, gifting others with what they crave.
As we finally rest, and wrap for heat, she whispers at morning light,
"Happy Christmas my fallen angel, I enjoyed this sinful night!"