Santa reached forward and squeezed Anna’s ass enthusiastically for a few moments, then slid her panties down her slim legs. She put her hands on Santa’s shoulders and pushed him gently down onto the bed, never breaking their kiss. When he was lying down and she was lying on top of him, Santa felt so tempted to just fuck then and there – slide his hard cock into her wet and eager little pussy. But she’d told Santa what she wanted, in explicit detail, and he was determined to give her what she wanted for Christmas. It was his job, after all. So he resisted, and continued to make out with the beautiful young woman on top of him.
A few minutes passed, then Anna broke the kiss. She stood up again, and let Santa take in the sight of her fully nude body. “But you’ve seen this all before; right, Santa? You know when I’m sleeping, and you know when I’m awake, so you must know when I’m clothed, and when I’m naked.”
Santa chuckled. “Yes, but it’s always so much better in person.” He studied Anna’s naked body. He savored the look of her pale skin and her blond hair in the cold moonlight. Her sweet face, with her little freckles and her green eyes that sparkled, and that lustful, mischievous smile. Her perky little B cups and their rock-hard nipples. Her slender torso and effortlessly flat stomach, which she inherited from her mother’s side of the family. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair, which was several shades darker than the hair on her head. Her wide hips, which she inherited from her father’s side of the family. Anna Clarke’s body was stunning, and she was starting to realize it…and share it with boys. But tonight, she was all his.
She approached the bed again and straddled Santa’s big, round body. She crawled up his torso and positioned her pussy above his mouth. She smiled down at him and instructed, “Eat me, Santa. Eat my pussy like I’ve wanted you to for fucking years.”
Santa granted her wish. He held onto her hips and raised his head to meet her pussy. He licked up and down her wet opening for a couple laps, then focused all his energy on her clit. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the moans. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, over and over, slowly building momentum. She reached down and grabbed his hat, keeping him in place.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, still careful not to wake up her family. “Ohh, that’s so fucking good, Santa.”
Santa grinned, and kept up the pace. Gradually picking up in speed, bringing her closer and closer to cumming. Less than a minute later, she started to pant breathlessly. “Oh fuck, oh Santa,” she whispered on a loop. Santa licked and licked her tasty little clit and gripped her hips tightly.
Anna bit her lip again, and felt her body convulse with ecstasy as Santa brought her to orgasm. She arched her back and quivered atop Santa’s face. Despite the cold night, her face felt flushed and red. Santa slowed his clit licking to a stop while he waited for Anna to catch her breath.
“Oh my god, I can’t remember the last time I came like that,” she confessed, then swung a leg over and sat on the bed, looking down at Santa.