'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring--wait! was that a thump downstairs? Wakened from your light, anxious slumber, you quietly slipped from your bed, your nighty swishing around your thighs. Silently making your way down the stairs, you peek your head around the corner of the stairwell. You can't believe what you see! Pulling presents out of a soot-coated sack is Santa Claus!
Ducking back behind the wall, you turn to bolt back up to your room, when you hear his deep voice boom out, "Where are you going, little girl? You can't fool Santa Claus; come back here!" Timidly, you move into the living room to be confronted by Santa. Shaking his finger at you, Santa admonishes, "Only naughty girls are awake so late on Christmas Eve." You gasp, knowing well what it means to be on Santa's "naughty" list. Seeing your expression, Santa laughs his booming Ho-ho-ho! "No, little girl, the stories aren't all true. But, since you're on the "naughty" list, you will only get one present." Sitting down on the big, soft easy chair, Santa thumps a gloved hand down on his thigh. "Now, come here, little girl."
Still unsure, you move to Santa, and sit down on his lap, your legs down between his thighs. Santa runs his hand up and down your back. "Now, there's no need to tell me what you want 'cause Santa already knows." Taking both your hands in his, he continues, "Besides, I've already got your present." Nudging you off his lap and to your knees between his legs, he places both your hands firmly between his legs. "Here's your present, little girl." Lightly, you squeeze, barely moving. "Well?" Santa scowls, "aren't you going to open your package?" Suddenly, your hands take on a life of their own, fumbling with his belt buckle and the buttons at the front of his pants.
Finally, you pull open his pants, freeing him. Your eyes widen in wonder as you lovingly wrap both your hands around his cock. "Oh, Santa! I've never gotten such a big package before! And it's sooo heavy!"
Easing your hands off his cock, he grasps the base of his mostly-erect penis with one hand, and holds your head still with his other, tilting it back slightly. "You," he pronounces, "are a naughty girl." Then he starts to slap your face with his cock, the head striking your cheeks...your lips...your jaw...your chin. When the head hits your temple and forehead, you can feel the thick length of it all the way across your face. Finally he stops, splashes of precum dotting your face, and releases his cock; it moistly bounces against your face once again. "Now, suck it," Santa demands.
Eagerly grabbing it in both hands, your fingers not even close to closing around it, you open your mouth wide to take it in, idly noting about an inch- and-a-half of his cock thrusts out of the top of your hands. Slathering the head with your tongue, you start to jack him off into your mouth, and Santa moans in appreciation as you feel his cock harden completely. "That's it, naughty girl," Santa croons, "suck on your present," still holding your head with one hand.
You feel the slight temperature change as your nighty is pulled up to your waist, then a cool hand squeezes your ass. You jerk in surprise, but Santa tells you not to worry; it's just one of his helpers. Santa reaches down with both hands to play with your tits through the nighty, tweaking your rock-hard nipples. His hands leave your tits, and you feel the nighty get tight in your chest, then RRRIIIIIP! it's off you. Removing your top hand, Santa moves it down to his huge balls--you imagine you can feel the cum sloshing around in them while you fondle his balls--then holds your head in both his hands, and starts to fuck your mouth.
