Christmas Time in the Clamp Dungeon

Flopping around the nanny ring
Wincing at the sweaty clown thing
Nora didn’t realize how expensive it would be
To host her tramp Christmas party in the Clamp Dungeon

Briefly brief, but not too brief
Her pussy wet and warm
Hors d’oeuvres abound, whiskers to be crowned
As all of the little people begin to pound

Ropes tied, nutcrackers sighed
Mistletoes lower, Cynthia starts to blow her
Faster and faster, and into the night
Nora’s pussy, dripping wet and tight

For it was Christmas time in the clamp dungeon
When Nora hosted her tramp luncheon
With Santa Claus a watching
And all the little people flocking