Making Santa Claus With A Horn
Santa’s sack was overflowing with extra than simply presents this yr. It appears the jolly outdated elf had a devilish little helper – a buxom MILF with a penchant for pleasuring highly effective males in positions aside from sleigh. In “Making Santa Claus with a Horn,” we’re handled to an intimate take a look at his naughty record as he will get completely debauched by this sexy housewife.
The video opens with a sultry Santa, beard impeccably trimmed, padding into the comfy lounge. His eyes immediately land on the voluptuous girl lounging on the sofa, Rudolph-red nails tugging at her too-tight corset. “Ho ho ho, you’ve been an extra-good girl this year,” he booms, virtually salivating as he takes in her ample curves. “Looks like you’ve got a very special gift waiting for me in your stocking.”
She smirks, rising to her toes and sashaying over, her silky gown slipping off one creamy shoulder. “Not yet I don’t, Santa baby. I want you to unwrap it yourself.” Her hand trails down his plush pink stomach to the eye-popping bulge nestled in his satin lap. “Mmm, and it looks like you brought me something extra special as well,” she purrs, giving his bundle a agency squeeze.
Santa’s breath hitches as her nimble fingers deftly unhook his massive brass buckle. Free from its confines, his spectacular manhood springs up, already rock-hard and leaking with anticipation. “Fa la la, Merry Christmas to me!” he chortles as she sinks to her knees.
The busty magnificence wastes no time pouncing on his throbbing cock like a child on Christmas morning. Her plush lips wrap across the swollen head, tongue swirling across the delicate ridge. Santa grips the arm of his chair, knuckles white with pleasure, as she bobs up and down his appreciable size. “Oh jingle bells!” he gasps. “You’re going to make me cum quicker than a deer and a sleigh.”
She pulls off with an obscene popping sound, strands of saliva connecting her lips to his slick tip. “Then we’d better get to the reindeer games,” she says with a depraved grin. Rising, she pushes him again and straddles his lap, grinding her damp panties in opposition to his aching shaft.
Santa groans and grabs her broad hips, kneading the pliant flesh as she grinds her clit in opposition to him. He tugs down her prime, exposing her heavy breasts, and buries his face in her cleavage, motorboating the proper mounds. “I bet you’re as tight as a drum,” he growls, pulling apart her soaked lace to rub her engorged folds.
“You’re about to find out, ho ho ho,” she giggles, lifting up and positioning his thick head at her entrance. Then, with excruciating slowness, she sinks down on him, her slick partitions stretching to accommodate his girth.
“Ohhhh fuck me, I’m comin’!” Santa hollers, his hips bucking involuntarily as her molten warmth engulfs him. “You’ve been naughty…so very naughty!”
She rides him onerous, tits bouncing, juices splattering as she impales herself on his pole. Her breath is available in ragged pants, eyes rolling again in ecstasy. “Shit Santa, you’re huge! Splitting my pussy in two!” Her phrases dissolve into wordless cries of bliss as she bounces in his lap, chasing her quickly approaching peak.
With a mighty thrust, Santa flips her onto the sofa, by no means breaking their intimate connection. Looming over her, he kilos into her sopping cunt, the chair rocking with the pressure of his thrusts. Her legs wrap round his broad again, heels digging into his ass to induce him deeper. “Fuck me, fuck me, fill me up, you naughty elf!” she wails, a sheen of sweat making her pores and skin glisten within the firelight.
Santa feels his balls tighten, launch imminent as her muscular tissues flutter round his pistoning cock. “Mistletoe and merry butter, I’m gonna cover you in my yule log!” he grunts, choosing up the tempo.
“Give it to me, Santa! Give me your candy cane!” She rakes her nails down his again, urging him nearer. With a primal roar, he buries himself to the hilt, portray her cervix along with his creamy load. She screams, coming onerous, pussy clamp down on him as she milks each final drop.
They collapse collectively, sticky and sated, snow billowing in by the open door. The reindeer shift impatiently, harnesses jingling. “Merry Christmas,” he chuckles, dropping a kiss on her brow. “Same time next year?”
“You know it, stud.” She stretches like a happy kitten. “Next year, we’ll make Rudolph play too.” Together, they rise, limbs nonetheless trembling from the warmth of their encounter, to distribute presents and good cheer to the world. But as they climb aboard the sleigh, each are misplaced in naughty ideas of future Christmas Eve debauchery.
And so ends one other night time within the lifetime of a worked-up stag, who is aware of he’ll by no means take a look at a mince pie fairly the identical means once more. Thank you for flying the pleasant skies of this rousing story – now, in the event you’ll excuse me, I believe I have to verify my coat – somebody’s crammed up my pocket with one thing suspicious!
