The Night After Christmas

Transcript

Twas the night after Christmas and all through the house. The children were sleeping, dad passed out on the couch. Mommy felt relieved that the holiday was over.

She now wanted back shots with firm hands on her shoulder. Her husband was asleep, he would be of no use. Her vibrator wasn't charged, it needed more juice.

Just when she was almost about to give up, something landed on the roof with a large hearty thump. Before mom could react, a strong wind blew in through the hearth. It put out the fireplace and threw the curtains apart.

Then a man appeared in a thick red suit, no shirt under his coat, his pants untucked from his boots. He turned toward mommy and with a lustful smile said so pleasant, I know what you want, so I came back for your present. Staring in shock, her mouth wide agape, Santa rubbed his hands up and down her nice shape.

Mommy moaned softly and undid her blouse and pulled down her pants fast as her body would allow. Santa reached into his pants and retrieved a dick oh so thick. He dropped to her knees to suck old Saint Nick.

He chuckled so jolly, her mouth felt so good, he had to stop her or he would come where he stood. He lifted her up to his shoulders like a sack of naughty toys and began to lick away her worry before inserting Christmas joy. His stroke was so perfect he hit the right spots, the floor was drenched by the time they had stopped.

Santa left her on the floor covered in his Christmas cheer. She knew if she was a good girl, she would see him next year.