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It was Thanksgiving morning, and I was in the kitchen, preparing the turkey for the oven. As I reached into the fridge to grab some butter, I noticed something peculiar – a pale, glistening mound nestled among the cold cuts. Curiosity piqued, I took a closer look and realized it was a pussy, Martha’s pussy to be exact. Martha was the naughty neighbor who had an insatiable appetite for cock during the holidays.

Without hesitation, I snatched up the pussy and stuffed it into the turkey’s cavity. I knew it was going to be one wild ride as the aroma of Bastille beckoned. Martha, in all her gluttonous glory, demanded more than just a turkey feast this year.

As I shoved the greasy pussy deep inside the turkey, I couldn’t help but imagine all the depraved possibilities. Thanksgiving was going to be epic, and Martha was about to get stuffed in more ways than one.

With a wink and a chuckle, I rubbed the turkey’s bed full of hidden anal vibrators into the confines of her sloppy pussy. I knew Martha would go absolutely crazy from the multiple orgasms. She’d writhe and moan as the turkey gyrated and swung between her thighs like a massive Christmas ornament.

Later that evening, after a few glasses of wine, I heard a commotion coming from the bedroom. I crept up the stairs, my heart pounding with anticipation. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away. Martha lay sprawled on the bed, the turkey roasting between her legs, shoving its stuffing deep inside her hungry hole.

My eyes widened as I watched Martha ride the turkey like a wild bull. She screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing with each delicious thrust. The turkey was;throbbing between her legs, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being.

As I stood there, watching the carnal spectacle unfold before my eyes, I couldn’t help but join in on the fun. I quickly stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself behind the thrashing turkey. With a firm grip, I grabbed its tail feathers and began to rut into its juicy slits.

Martha moaned and bucked wildly, her fingers clawing at the sheets. I pounded into the turkey with reckless abandon, feeling its warm, velvety walls clench around my throbbing shaft. Martha’s pussy quivered with each thrust, and I knew she was on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Suddenly, the turkey let out a guttural squawk, and I felt a rush of liquid heat flood my cock. Martha screamed in ecstasy, her body shaking uncontrollably as she was drenched in the turkey’s creamy essence. I kept fucking, each thrust sending rivulets of cum squirting from the turkey’s holes.

Just as Martha reached her peak, the turkey sputtered and exploded. In a gory display of carnal carnage, the bird tore itself apart, splattering Martha’s body with a thick, sticky broth. A massive plume of cum erupted from its cloven asshole, cascading over Martha’s face and tits like a sticky,latex shower.

Martha shrieked in euphoria, her body writhing in the slick mess. The room filled with the scent of roasted turkey, combined with the heady aroma of Martha’s impending orgasm. As I continued to rut into the turkey’s still-twitching carcass, Martha’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a slow, guttural moan.

I panted with exertion, my balls throbbing from the intense stimulation. Martha looked up at me with glazed eyes, her face a mask of sheer bliss. The rest of the turkey lay scattered across the bed, its remnants glistening with cum and juices.

“Oh god, yes!” Martha gasped, her body bucking with each powerful thrust. “I’m gonna…ahhhhn!”

Martha’s words dissolved into a wordless shriek as she came harder than she ever had before. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice, and I felt my own release finally surge forward. With a guttural groan, I erupted inside her, my cum mingling with the turkey’s frothy broth. Martha screamed in ecstasy as my hot seed flooded her insides, drenching her pussy in a creamy deluge of erotic sin.

As we lay there, panting and covered in the remnants of our depraved Thanksgiving feast, I knew I’d never look at turkey the same way again. Martha and I spent the rest of the holiday fucking like wild animals, using the Thanksgiving bird as our own personal sex toy.

Sometimes, life has a way of serving up the most unexpected of luxuries – and this year, it came in the form of a naughty neighbor and a turkey stuffed with secret desires. Happy Thanksgiving indeed!