“They’re fast asleep till morning.” And with that he began to ride me like a team of reindeer, plowing his meat deeper into my hungry, wet pussy. “Why don’t you come and sit on Santa’s lap, dear, and tell him all about what you want for Christmas?”
I slid onto his lap and snuggled against his burly frame. But I always seem to hook up with losers. Just as I was reaching my climax, Santa grabbed my hips and rammed himself in to the hilt, letting loose with a blast of hot cream in my cunt and a lusty, “Ho, ho, ho!” We collapsed, spent, on the couch, with Santa’s huge cock softening inside of me, and I drifted off to sleep in his warm embrace. “Santa’s got a big package for you!”
I covered my mouth and tittered in embarrassment, but his warm smile and merry laugh put me at ease. “Why don’t you come and sit on Santa’s lap, dear, and tell him all about what you want for Christmas?”
I slid onto his lap
