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In the spirit of the season, our unseen narrator leans against a wall adorned with mistletoe, his heart pounding with anticipation. He strokes his lengthening cock, imagining the soft lips and warm embrace of a season's greeting. His voice drops to a husky whisper as he describes the scene, his breath hitching as he brings himself to the brink, the room filled with the scent of pine and the sound of his own pleasure.