Santa let go of her left breast and raised a finger to her lips. “Shhhh, your family are all very light sleepers; you wouldn’t want to wake them, would you?”
Anna shook her head. “No, Santa. I’ll be good.” Anna suddenly felt compelled to take care of Santa, and was eager to show him just how good a girl she could be.
She slid out of bed, grabbed her pillow, and placed it at Santa’s feet. He knew where this was going; he spread his legs to make way for the eager young girl to kneel before him. Anna dropped to her knees, and reached for Santa’s fly. She could feel his hardness through his thick velvet pants. She hoped Santa appreciated her nail polish, which alternated red and green on each finger. She gently rubbed Santa’s hard cock through his pants for a few seconds, then started unzipping the fly.
Santa, it turned out, wasn’t wearing any underwear. His hard cock sprung out of the fly, standing proudly out from the red pants. It was about 5 or 6 inches, but quite thick. His circumcized cock was moist with precum. Anna put a hand on each of Santa’s hips, opened her smiling mouth, and swallowed Santa’s cock whole. She savored the taste of his dick – the salty-but-sweet precum, the warm flesh, and the slightly musty, sweaty taste that came from all the hard work he’d been doing all evening. Santa moaned softly in approval. Anna responded in kind, then started sliding her lips up and down Santa’s cock.
“That’s a very good girl,” Santa encouraged.
Anna sucked and slid all up and down Santa’s hard, thick cock, never once releasing it from her lips. Saliva and precum mixed and built up in her mouth, and she swallowed it, almost intoxicated by the taste and smell of Santa’s ancient hard dick. He ran his gloved fingers through her hair. She could keep this up until dawn.
After a couple minutes of blowing Saint Nicholas, he reluctantly spoke. “Okay, that’s enough now, Anna. You know I don’t like it when people get their gifts too early.”
Anna let go of his dick. “I hope it was good, Santa?”
“Oh, it was very good. Mrs. Claus has nothing on you, Anna Clarke.” He caressed her cheek briefly. “Now, how ’bout you sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you really want for Christmas?”
Anna dutifully stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her flannel pants. She slid them down her slender legs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around her feet, which, like her fingernails, had alternating red and green nail polish. She now stood before Santa in nothing but her candy cane pattern panties. Even in the dim moonlight, the damp patch in the crotch was obvious.
She leaned forward and felt his gaze on her perky little tits, and smiled. She whispered into his ear. “I want Santa to take my panties off. And I want to sit on his face until I cum. Then I want him to fuck me with that thick, hard cock, until he cums inside me. I want to be so full of Santa’s warm eggnog that it leaks out of me all day.” She kissed him deeply. His beard was softer than she was expecting, and his breath tasted sweet, like cookies. She offered him her tongue, and he accepted it, sucking her deep into his mouth. Together, Anna and Santa moaned with pleasure.