“Santa loves to give,” the jolly old fat man replied with a chuckle. “Now are you ready for your big present, Anna?”
“Yes please, Santa!” She hopped off the bed again and offered her hands to help Santa sit up. “I wanna ride that thick north pole until I’m full of Santa’s Christmas cheer.”
Santa took her hands and sat back up at the edge of her bed, his thick cock still hard and wet, anxiously awaiting her tight, young pussy. She approached the bed and straddled his legs, positioning herself above Santa’s dick. She held onto his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his warm, hard cock. He grabbed her hips and felt his cock part her lips and slip right inside her opening. They both moaned quietly as she slid all the way down. They kissed, tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. She tasted her own juices, still wet on Santa’s soft, thick beard. She wrapped her arms around his body, and started riding him, bouncing up and down on his thick, hard, ancient cock.
As they fucked, Santa broke the kiss and started sucking on Anna’s breasts, taking her hard nipples into his warm, wet mouth. She whispered to him, “Oooh, fuck me, Santa! I’ve been such a naughty girl, thinking about sucking your big candy cane. I’ve wanted this for so long, Mr. Claus.”
One of Santa’s gloved hands let go of her hip and moved around to the front of her body. He found her clit easily and started rubbing it. At first, it was almost too much for Anna and she let out a squeal. Santa rubbed softer, and she relaxed again.
“Just like that, Santa baby,” she cooed as she rode his fat old body.
Mouth still full of Anna’s breast, Santa just smiled. He kept rubbing her clit while they fucked, eager to bring her to orgasm once again.
“Fuck me, Santa, make me cum,” Anna encouraged. “Feels so good with you going up and down inside my chimney.” She’d often fantasized about this moment, thinking of all the dirty Christmas puns she could make while Santa was inside her.
Less than a minute later, Anna told Santa she was close. He rubbed her clit harder and faster now, thumb sliding back and forth as fast as his fat old fingers would go. “Cum for Santa now, Anna. Show me you’ve liked this sleigh ride, and I’ll fill your stocking with my Christmas cheer,” Santa encouraged.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m cumming!” Anna cried. Santa felt her pussy clench tight around his cock as she came, whole body shuddering, writhing on his cock with mindless delight.
It was too much for Santa; he’d done all he could to hold on this long. He felt the pressure building up inside his cock and knew he was seconds away. “Ooh Anna, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered.
“Cum inside me,” she begged. “Fuck me, Santa, fill me up,” she panted, still bouncing on his cock and squeezing it as hard as she could.
Santa grunted and groaned as his cock exploded, shooting load after load of his warm and sticky cum inside her fertile young pussy. His whole body shuddered as his thick, old cock shot out years of pent up cum. Anna, determined to give Santa the best orgasm she could, kept riding him, grinding her hips, squeezing him inside her.