Every Christmas, people are focused on Santa’s sleigh and his bag
of goodies, except for me.
I want to know what Santa is hiding underneath his crimson red
I want to see how big his Yule log is and how it feels and tastes.
Is it salty or does it taste sweet like Candy?
I decided to slip into my sexiest lingerie, light a fire,turn on my
Christmas lights and pour myself a glass of wine and await
Around three in the morning, I hear slight thump against my front
door. I cover myself with cozy blanket and pretend to be asleep.
I feel a burst of cold air and then I hear the door quietly close.
Santa rounds the couch dragging his sack behind him.
Opening one eye, I catch a glimpse of him kneeling by the colorful,
twinkle lit tree.
I carefully stood from the sofa and joined him at the Christmas
tree. He seemed stunned,his blue eyes twinkling brighter than the
lights on the tree.
I leaned forward and kissed his rosy lips.
Santa grinned, returning my kiss.
” I want to unwrap your package, Santa”
“I don’t think Mrs. Clause would like that.” he offered with a
hesitant, yet warm, husky voice.
“She isn’t here.” I reminded him and leading him over to the sofa.
I quickly, unbuckled his black belt and shoved his heavy jacket off
of his shoulders.
Why Santa wasn’t fat at all.
Far from it, I realised as I tugged his white T shirt over his head.
He had a furry gray chest and washboard abs.
Mrs. Clause was a very lucky woman!
I caressed his chest and stomach, eagerly unfastening his pants.
He was wearing red boxer briefs, that contained long thick, juicy
I shoved him down into the sofa and climbed nakedly onto his face,
rubbing my swollen clit on his long gray beard.
I devoured his cock, taking him all the way down to his balls.
He was sweet.
Santa happily, shoving his tongue into my pussy.
He grunted,and I knew it was time to sit on his lap.
Santa grunted as he filled me up.
I kept riding him as he sucked on my nipples, until I came in Santa’s