I never thought my magical Christmas fuck would be provided by Mr. Claus himself.

It ’twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Except for a bed that was creaking away, there I was fucking insane. Before Christmas, I rushed to the mall to buy last-minute gifts. I swear my hands were about to fall off from all the gifts I was lugging around each store. I’m exhausted. I don’t even want to be buying gifts for anyone. Especially since I wasn’t looking forward to Christmas this year. Maybe if I had a magical Christmas fuck I would.

Stuffing my face, instead of my cunt.

But, I recently got out of a relationship, and honestly, it doesn’t bother me one bit. I’m better off without it anyway. Although I cannot ignore that it would be nice to get completely dicked down on this come-to-be lonesome holiday. However, I decided to make my way to the food court.  Soon, I found an empty table where I unloaded what seemed like the hundreds of gifts I just splurged on. Eventually, I made my way over to the high carb-loaded Asian cuisine order line. Finally, I brought back a bowl of orange chicken, teriyaki, chow mein, and rice to my table.

Older men have always caught my eye.

Soon, I began stuffing my face and wondering who would provide me a magical Christmas fuck. I’m sure I have some random guy with a big enough cock on my “menus” list to choose from. Still, I really wanted to try someone new. I swear my wish is now answered by the man himself. I look up from my MSG-infused platter to see Mr. Claus himself walk over. Suit on and belly in hand. An attractive older gentleman with black and gray peppered hair, wrinkles that nicely complimented his features, and deep emerald green eyes sat by my side.

Shits and giggles lead to a dirty Christmas fuck.

Despite being dressed in such a ridiculous outfit, Mr. Claus was far from shy. He was quick to take my hand, press his lips upon it, and kiss it for what seemed to last an eternity. I swear I blushed and a spark went off in my mind… This could be my magical Christmas fuck! I mean, this is Mr. Claus we’re talking about. An hour deep into conversation, we had already been flirting and intensely complimenting each other. Finally, he said there’s a little break room only for Mr. Claus back at the workshop and asked if I wanted to go there with him.

Peppermint Christmas cock.

Undoubtedly, I say yes. We show up to a Christmas-infused room. I look around and see elves drawn on the walls along with Santa’s workshop and magical creatures all around. Then I hear a loud slam. I turn to see Mr. Claus’ dick hanging out. I told him that he really is Santa Claus, I loved his slutty Santa surprise. He’s about to make my magical Christmas fuck come true. So we fucked, and oh yes, he fucked me hard. Santa’s older cock was one of the best I ever had. I slurped his dick, and it tasted of peppermint. In addition, when he fucked my pussy, he stuffed a giant candy cane up my ass.

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