The Man with the Bag

Transcript

Look, I'm not saying all the pictures are wrong, but I don't think Santa actually had a beard like this. It's itchy as fuck. There's no way he would put up with this just to be public for one night in the year.

Absolutely not. There is no way. The suspenders are a nice touch, though.

I guess I could add these to my regular ensemble. Hey, zip me into this thing, will ya? Yeah, I get to wear the boots I like.

Well, lucky for me, it's only a couple of hours, I guess. How did this even happen? Why are we the only people who own a full Santa get-up? That's not weird, right? No, not everyone has the same unique tastes that we do, but that's because they don't know what's fun.

Isn't that right, baby? Your co-workers don't have cool jobs like I do. Well, at least not that we know of, and they definitely don't need to know how many times we had this thing cleaned last year.

But that was always going to end badly. You've got a thing for Santa, and Santa has a thing for you by the pool. It was going to be wet and wild one way or another.

Is that sack around here somewhere? Yeah, the big one that you're going to empty when we get home. Ooh, hey, that's Santa's special package.

There's only one present in there for one good girl. Any guesses who it's for? Who Santa filled his personal package just for.

That's right, baby. Just for you. But unfortunately, we have to get going.

So hand me the actual sack. Is there even anything in this bag? Candy canes? Nothing? A big bag full of stuffing.

So your co-workers will be getting nothing for Christmas. Good. It sounds about like what they deserve, to be honest.

Can I tell your boss he's getting coal and a book on responsible management? Damn, they already know it's going to be me. Well, at least nobody will begrudge you a little extra time on my lap, right? I think we'd both be able to use that by the end of the evening.

Alright, come here. How's my beard look? Great.

You look stunning. Now let's get this over with. What a night that turned into.

Oh, a lot more fun than I thought, absolutely. But, well, it's good to be home, isn't it? Say, did I imagine the looks you were giving me on the way home? I didn't.

Oh, is that so? Come here a second. Well, then tell me if I didn't imagine it.

So it was more than just a twinkle in your eye. It spread all the way down to your slutty little pussy, didn't it? Fuck.

Get over here. Give me your neck. I'll put one right there.

Oh, I gotta get my hands on these tits, fuck. With the gloves on? I forgot that was one of your things.

Come here, beautiful. Let Santa take care of those. What lovely Christmas baubles you have.

Hiding these under that dress should be a crime. But I suppose the amount of thigh you're showing helps your case, doesn't it? I was doing incredible things for my candy cane all night.

Lucky for you, you were the only one who opted for Santa's actual lap. That would have been a problem, wouldn't it? Does that tickle? Put my hands in these soft gloves, one finger at a time, running from your knee right up the split of this dress, and right back up to pull those right out of your fucking dress.

God, look at your tits. Oh, fuck. Oh, yes.

Oh, I need my hands on you. I don't want anything in between us. Take these gloves off.

Oh, that's Santa's little helper. How does my big, full beard feel against your soft breasts? You don't mind a little nibble, do you? There we go.

Look at that thing. Look how hard your nipple gets when I lick it. Fuck, yes.

Hand back on Santa's package? That's what I like. Come here, let's move to the couch for some more space.

Here, I'll start a fire while you make yourself comfortable. Take off your panties, if you're even wearing any. Oh, fuck.

Seems you're already pretty comfortable then. You had that in at the Christmas party? Oh, fuck.

Usually I feel that on my thigh. God. These suspenders are going to snap.

No, these pants can't hold Santa's cock in. Fuck, you make me so hard. Here, let's see about the fire.

Fuck, you look incredible. I didn't think it was possible, but the firelight in your eyes makes your lustful stare impossible to resist. I can almost read your mind right through your eyes.

The way you're appraising me, sitting here in this suit. Your eyes scanning, stopping right around the middle, was it? Maybe a little bit lower.

Was it this you were looking at? This bulge in my pants? The one that feels so good to run my hands over? Oh, fuck.

To squeeze just a little bit. Come here. I want you to feel it too.

Put your hand on there. Atta girl. You like that, don't you? What does it feel like? Santa's big cock? You want to closer look gorgeous? Take that belt off.

Pull my cock out. That's it. Your hand's nice and warm.

Oh, yes. I love being Santa. Yes, that's it, squeeze it.

You're going to have a full stocking Christmas morning if you keep this up. And a full mouth a lot sooner. That's right.

Put your lips on it. Go ahead, it's okay. Show me those gorgeous eyes.

Look up at me. Lick it. Your makeup is beautiful tonight.

The red and green make your eyes look so much bigger when you're looking up at me with my cock in your mouth. Somehow they make my cock look bigger too. Although that could just be how much room it takes up.

Close your lips around it. Atta girl. All the way down.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, yes. Oh, yeah.

Mmm. Mmm. Telling anyone? Telling anyone that you're going to fuck Santa? Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

Mrs. Claus doesn't have to know a thing. Mmm.

Mmm. Oh. Pull your dress up.

Turn around. Spread it for me, beautiful. Yeah, pull those cheeks open.

Fuck. I don't know how your body is both a work of art and. ..

Mmm. A sexy little toy all at the same time. Oh, come here.

Back it up. Back it up. There you go.

Oh, you deserve so much better than just having a cock stuck in you. Mmm. Even Santa knows to reciprocate, right? Come here.

I got you. Oh. Mmm.

Mmm. Oh, you're so fucking wet already. Mmm.

That's a drip right onto my lips, gorgeous. Mmm, that's it, baby. That's it.

Oh, fuck. Mmm. You don't mind if I help myself to this hole, too, do you? No? Mmm.

Does it tickle when I poke my tongue in there? Oh, good girl. Oh, that makes your pussy clench, doesn't it? Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. You make Santa stick his tongue right up your ass.

Oh, yeah. Mmm. Atta girl.

Fuck. Mmm. Come here.

Come here. Now bend that fucking ass over, and I want you to slide it right down Santa's south pole. Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck, that got you going. Fuck, oh, that squeezed. Mmm.

Oh, fuck, Santa's little hole, hole, hole. God, you know how to get my peppermint stick nice and messy. Oh, that's it.

I love watching your ass bounce on me. Oh, fuck. Your hair falling down your back.

God. Oh, yeah. Oh, I wish you could see the way your pussy tries to hold me in.

Not even just the piercing. God, the way you roll your hips back and forward until I'm just about to pop out and then. ..

Oh, all the way back in. You're warm, wet. Oh, fuck.

Oh, I've never been in somewhere like this. Mmm. Oh, God, deeper.

Oh, good girls don't usually ride cock like this. Do they? Good girls get what they want? Mmm.

Mmm, you must be the best then. Oh, baby, I'm ready to give you anything. All of it.

Oh, fuck. Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm. Oh, slow down for a second.

Just for a second. Just for a second, baby. Oh, Santa only comes once a year.

Mmm, mmm. Oh, if I'm right on the edge the second my cock remembers how it feels to be sucked right into your pussy, well then, oh, I'm in trouble. Mmm.

The way your lips caress the length of my shafts. Oh. Mmm, keeping me warm before I plunge right back into your heat.

Oh. Mmm. Not to mention that mastery of.

.. Oh, holding onto my piercing. Fuck.

Oh, when I put it right there. That's right. That's right.

Hold it in when I try to pull it out. Oh, keep me in there. Keep me in there.

Keep Santa in there. Oh, God. Fuck yes.

Oh, yes. Oh, Santa's fancy little gold sleigh bells right where we both want them. Mmm.

I've only got like an inch or two to move. Oh, rocking back and forth just like that. Just like that.

Fuck. Oh, you feel so good. Mmm, and your ass feels so good.

I'll never get tired of sticking my cock in here. Oh, or leaving my handprint on you. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm, turn your head around. That's.

.. Oh, make that face when you're getting ready to take this cock. Open your mouth.

That's a good girl. Oh, fuck. Oh, turn around.

Turn around. I want to see you. I want you to face me.

I want to see your tits bounce when you ride me. Mmm. Mmm, I want to see every inch of you.

I want to feel you up. Oh, there you go. Yeah, my lap is already wet.

No, this isn't going to make it better. Oh, look at that. Look at that.

Oh, as soon as you slide down my shaft, creaming all over me. Mmm. Mmm.

Just like one of those fancy little pies. Oh. Oh.

I think Santa's going to make you an entire festive dessert. What do you think? Mmm.

Oh, a nice cream filling to bursting, grunting, and groaning to take all of it. Oh, I'm like Santa's best helper. Are you going to take it? You're going to take all of it, right? You will? Oh, my cream.

Oh, my cum. Everything. Oh, fuck.

Mmm. I want to make sure of that. Santa's hands on your hips, pulling you down on me.

That's it. That's it. Soak my fucking pants in my balls.

Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck. Vein throbbing.

Oh, do you see that? Look down. Look at it.

Oh, fuck. Santa's veiny cock right before it pushes back right inside you. Oh.

Mmm. Squeeze my balls. There you go.

Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, God.

You're going to squeeze this load right out into your own cunt. Do you feel that? Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck. There's a little Saint Nick dick for you. Right in the back of your fucking pussy.

God, yes. I'm just going to keep this thing on if you're going to ride me like that. Oh.

Oh. I love being Santa. You need a cream pie, you little pussy.

Oh, that's it. Right there, baby. Oh, fuck.

Oh, am I coming? To town, yeah. Mmm, and a little more.

Three. Two. One.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't hold it. Right there, right there, right there, right there.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh, yes. Oh, it's pulling out of me.

Fuck, squeezing my balls. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Get your breath on Santa's lap. There you are.

Oh. Mmm. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Mmm. Oh. Oh.

So I guess this is as good a time as any to ask, but. .. What do you want for Christmas? More of that? Good.

I think I can deliver a little more of that on the 25th. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. On the 25th? Mmm.

What would Santa like for Christmas? Oh. Oh.

Just his dry cleaning pill covered. Mmm. Mmm.

Maybe a few more girls who want to make it to the top of the naughty list. Mwah.