Kitty Jaguars Merry Fucking Christmas FanBang

The sultry sway of hips and the jingle of bells drew the starry-eyed audience in, their lustful gazes transfixed on the raven-haired temptress who strode onto center stage. Kitty Jaguar, the reigning starlet of smut, flashed a wicked grin as she sauntered over to the edge of the platform, framing her lithe figure in the hottest little Santa suit the world had ever seen – a mere scrap of red fabric clinging to her curves like candy to a baby’s tongue.

“Ho ho ho, my horny little elves!” she crooned, sauntering down the steps and into the crowd. “The real Santa might be watching over everyone else, but I’ve got my eye on all of you naughty boys and girls.” She caressed the exposed flesh of a man in the front row, dragging her dark lacquered nails down his chiseled chest. “And you, oh yes, you have definitely been bad this year…”

Egging on the frenzied cheers of the audience, Kitty continued her sinful descent into the mass of writhing bodies, a symphony of gasps and groans solidifying her reputation as the ultimate porn queen. Her crimson lips formed a lascivious smirk as she took hold of a stumbling man by the hand, guiding him to his feet. “What’s your name, handsome?” she murmured, nibbling at the shell of his ear.

“J-J-Jim,” he stammered, completely undone by her intoxicating allure. She giggled at his nervousness, leading him towards the stage with the ease of a Cirque du Soleil acrobat. Once there, she pushed him down on the edge, kicking her legs out in an annoyingly dutiful display of flexibility. “I think it’s time for your present, Santa Jim,” she purred, running a finger under his chin. “And be sure to thank your host.”

With that, she reached out to the side of the stage, grasping a large bell with both hands and ringing it for all it was worth – a resounding clang that echoed through the room, followed by an obscene number of fans breaking down the wobbly barricade that separated them from Greatness. They swarmed over the stage like hungry moths to a flame, landing on the floor in an erotic tableau worthy of the Kama Sutra.

“Whoa, slow down boys,” she laughed, wiggling free from Jim’s grasp and shimmying over to the center of the stage. “I’ve got plenty of goodies for all of you.” She glanced down at the gathered men with a knowing smirk, her emerald eyes alight with mischief. “Now, who wants to fuck Santa?”

Before the men could even raise their hands, a cacophony of groans and moans filled the room as a new wave of fans broke through from the back, adding their enthusiastic selves to the gangbanging melee. Kitty Jaguar licked her lips at the delicious sight, taking a moment to admire the hard cocks waving before her like a symphony of flesh. Then, on an impulse, she stretched out on the floor, her pert tits and round ass pointing skyward in a perfect invitation.

“What are you waiting for, guys?” she crooned, wriggling her ass in encouragement. “Merry Christmas to me, and a fuck you very much.”

And then, without any further ado, the steely dicks took hold, plunging into her willing holes with unabashed abandon. Wet slaps and slurps filled the air, Kitty’s pleasured cries bouncing off the walls as she bucked and thrashed beneath the press of writhing bodies. There was no room for luxuriating in the steadied held of fuck, though, as a new cock immediately replaced the last, thrusting into her cunt or her ass with such abandon that she swore her guts would spill out onto the floor like a scene from a slasher flick.

But fuck if she didn’t look like she was enjoying every moment of it, squealing with delight as her stretched holes leaked a waterfall of cum and slobber. It was only the thing of Christmas dreams – an orgy of grunts and groans, slapping and sucking, a living tableau of depravity that left her red holiday suit drenched with a kaleidoscope of fluids. That slutty Santa slut couldn’t get enough, urging her throngs of men to cum inside her, to fill her with droves of jizz until she was absolutely overflowing.

“Floaties for Santa!” she giggled, staring up at them with a dopey grin as they pumped her full to bursting. “I just want to floatie away.”

And float she did, pussy lips pulsing around a thick shaft even as her ass gaped open, a delicious waterfall of cum pouring into the crevice of her ass. She was a gauntlet, and indeed, it was hard to tell exactly where one man’s orgasm ended and the next began. It was all just one big, messy Fuckbang Christmas extravaganza, naughty little elves scampering about to fulfill every single Christmas wish and then some.

There was no respite, no break from the joyous onslaught of meat. Even when the massive dick protruding from her mouth bounced out, there was always somebody else around the bend, angling for the next filtration. It was biological roulette, with Kitty as the grand prize, dicks of all shapes and sizes tangling together in a horny spaghetti mess as they fought for the privilege of filling her full of spunk.