I'll be as Naughty as I need to make your Nice list, Santa

Transcript

Well, Santa, that was the last family. The mall's been closed for a bit now, and security just locked up behind them. I told them I'd stay and help you clean up a bit for tomorrow.

Oh, the other elves? They all left. I volunteered to stay behind.

The mall that you've got! I mean, I'm not called Santa's favorite helper for shits and giggles. Why'd I volunteer? Well, I wanted to stay off your naughty list, of course.

But seriously, today was crazy, and it's only going to get more stressful and packed as the last-minute holiday shoppers start flooding in. Figured I'd get in on the manager's good side early on. Anyways.

.. You haven't had a break all day. Just relax and stay in Santa's chair.

I should be good for now. Besides, most of the cleanup is a one-person job anyways. I can handle it myself.

I am one of Santa's magical elves, after all. What? What? Don't judge me! You want me to drop the act? Didn't think so.

I know you love this season as much as I do. Why else would you volunteer every year? Anyways, I'll let you know when I need your help.

Well, that's it. Everything's ready for tomorrow. Just have to wait until the photos finish uploading to the server before I can go.

Shouldn't be too long now. Humming So, Santa. ..

Besides delivering presents, any Christmas plans? Trips? No? Nothing? Okay.

Well, how about presents? Wishes? Anything? Or anyone in particular you're hoping for? Nothing? Oh, come on, Santa.

You gotta give me something. We've got at least half an hour to kill before the photos are uploaded. Me? What about me? No, no.

Don't try to put the focus on me. I asked first. Oh, is that so? Fine, Santa.

I'll go first, then. Hmm. ..

Well, for one, I. .. What? Why did you stop me? I was gonna tell you.

Oh. Your lap, huh? Is that how it works? Doesn't count unless I'm sitting on your lap.

Hmm. .. Well, if you say so, Santa.

Here, help me up. Better? Now can I tell Santa what I want for Christmas? Okay.

Well, for one, some new candy cane stockings. I ripped these at work today. Luckily, the elf skirt covers the tear.

You writing this down? Good. Hmm, what else? Oh.

Can your sack of toys fit a new car? I'm pretty sure mine's on its last leg. Or if not, maybe a winning lottery ticket? What about a boyfriend? Is that allowed? What do you mean, anything else? That's really all I can think of.

So tell me, Santa. Did I make it on the night of Christmas? No.

So tell me, Santa. Did I make it on the nice list to get those? What do you mean you haven't decided yet? Well, if you ask me, I think I did.

Oh. I have to earn it? I don't think that's how it works, Santa.

And if you really want to know. .. I don't think someone who themselves are on the naughty list gets to decide where I belong.

Well, is there a candy cane in your suit, or are you just jolly to see me? Well, I've been sitting here on your lap this whole time, and I'm pretty sure that's not candy in your Santa suit. You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Don't play dumb. We can just. ..

grind down a little to know exactly what naughty old Saint Nick is imagining. What am I going to do about it? Absolutely nothing, Santa.

I'm an innocent, hard-working elf. I don't want to stay on the nice list, after all. In fact, I think I'll hop off and check on the uploads.

Oh, not yet? You want me to come back? Why's that? Because you're Santa? Nice try.

You're going to have to work harder than that. Oh. What are you doing with that mistletoe, Santa? Holding it above your head, huh? You think that's going to work? Oh, that's Christmas law? You do have a point.

Rules are rules, and I don't want to risk being put on the naughty list for breaking them. Here. You're a good kisser, Santa.

You practice a lot with your other elves. Just your favorite ones? I don't believe you.

So is that all? Can I go back to being a helpful elf and finish closing up? Oh my.

What are you doing with that mistletoe now, hm? Holding it over your lap? Alright, if you say so.

Let me just. .. Get on my knees in front of you and.

.. Kiss your. ..

Lap through your pants? You have a present for me? My Santa, that's quite the big present.

You're so hard already. Fuck, Santa. That's no candy cane.

That's a whole fucking Yule log. Oh, of course. Sorry, I was just taken aback.

Yes, Santa baby, I know the rules. Is this okay? Tell me.

Am I your favorite helper? Hm? Hm? I am.

Your favorite elf. Good. You taste so good, Santa.

Let me take care of all your stress. Mhm. Let me warm up that cock like a cup of hot cocoa on a snowy winter's night.

Mhm. Mhm. Mhm.

Mhm. Deeper? Of course I can.

You wanna watch it disappear between my lips? Down my throat? Santa? Mhm.

Mhm. Mhm. Fuck, Santa.

You're so big. Let me take you down my throat again. Fuck my mouth, Santa.

Santa, use my hot little mouth. Mhm. Mhm.

Mhm. Mhm. That's it.

Grab my hair and thrust it into the back of my throat. I can take it, Santa. Mhm.

Mhm. Santa, make me gag on that cock of yours. Make me drool.

Make my drool look like little icicles on the gutter after a winter storm. Mhm. Mhm.

Mhm. Mhm. Mhm.

Mhm. Santa, I think I remembered something else I wanted for Christmas. Mhm.

Mhm. Mhm. Of course I'll tell you.

But don't I need to sit on your lap first? That's what I thought. So why don't you unwrap this little elf like it's a Christmas morning? Are you okay, Santa? Oh, you're just admiring the view.

You're right. Those elf costumes aren't very flattering, are they? So are you going to just sit there and stare or play with your toy? Mhm.

Mhm. Good. Let me just climb onto your lap and straddle you.

Mhm. Fuck. Lean the tip to my entrance.

Fuck, Santa. Oh, I'm dripping onto the tip of your cock. Mhm.

Baby, it's cold outside. So why don't you slip into my hot little cunts? Mhm.

Fuck. Santa, your cock feels so good sliding inside me. Fuck.

Slip down my chimney, Santa. Then I'll stretch out for you. Oh.

Mhm. Yes. Santa, what I really want for Christmas is for you to- Fuck.

You're bottoming out on me. God, you're stretching me out so fucking much. Yes, Santa.

God, Santa. Clean my body. Show me I'm your favorite elf.

Make me your ho-ho-ho. Mhm. Yes, Santa, I was saying.

Fuck. Your fat Santa cock. That's what I want for Christmas.

I want to fill your entire fucking cock using my tight little elf body. Mhm. Oh.

Mhm. Use your north pole to split me in half. God.

You're making such a mess of my pussy. I'm so fucking wet. God, match me with those thrusts.

That's it, Santa. Yes. My tits.

Best milk and cookies you've ever laid your eyes on, huh, Santa? God, yes. Suck on them.

Fuck. Yes. Mhm.

Mhm. I'm going to cum on your cock, Santa. Mhm.

Fuck, I'm so close. Uh-huh. Make me gum.

Make me carol with that big dick, Santa. Make me break this silent night. Yes, yes, fuck, fuck.

Oh, make me gum. Oh, fuck, oh, I'm cumming. Oh, use your present and make me gum.

That's it, harder, harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck, Santa.

Oh, your cock is so fucking good. Mhm. Fuck.

No, don't pull out yet. I want to make you cum. Mhm.

I do. I fucking do. Mhm.

I want that white Christmas. Mhm. But not yet, Santa.

Mhm. I want to make it last. Fuck.

Your balls are as full as snow globes before you do. After all, Santa does only cum once a year. Uh-huh.

And I want to make it last. Wait, why are you pulling out? Oh, I wasn't done with you.

Why are you standing up and walking away? Come back. I'm not done rocking around your Christmas tree.

Oh, I see. You are naughty. Of course.

I'll join you for a sleigh ride tonight. Bend over the sleigh. Yes, Santa.

Like this? My back arched. Legs apart.

Dripping wet, freshly fucked pussy on display. Yes, Santa. I'll touch myself.

Is this what you like? Sleeping at night? Is that why I'm on your naughty list? Fuck.

Wait. What are you doing with those? The leathers are so cold.

Yes, Santa. I want to be your favorite elf. I will.

Put them on me. How do I look in these reins? So you're going to just stand there and watch me struggle or fuck me harder than an old-fashioned fruitcake?