‘Connor is rarely home when he hunts towards the end of winter, but you wait up anyway, everyday as he returns almost silently covered in snow and smelling of sweat. As you bathe him in hot water and scrub him down, you can never avert your eyes from his length of cock, and almost always without fail, he notices you peeking and smirking. And every night, as a promise, he makes love to you and you swear with each passing year, his dick feels bigger inside you. He whispers a happy new year as he cums for the final time this year and then wakes you for round 1 of the brand new year.’
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