MILF-ELF DOES CHRISTMAS BLOWJOB AND SWALLOW CUM

Title: “Ho Ho Ho, Santa’s Milfy Elf”

With a glint in her ice blue eyes, the busty Russian milf slowly unzipped Santa’s red suit, her plump crimson lips curling into a seductive smirk. Her name was Yelena, the most naughty elf in the North Pole workshop, and she was about to make Santa’s evening one to remember.

“Tell me, Santa, have you been a good boy this year?” purred Yelena, her hot breath tickling Santa’s chest as she pulled the fur-lined coat apart. Her hand drifted down, purposely grazing against the growing bulge straining against Santa’s tight crimson pants.

Santa could only let out a lustful groan in response, his eyes rolling back as Yelena’s delicate fingers worked open his belt. With a seductive chuckle, she yanked down his pants in one fluid motion, freeing his throbbing erection. It sprung up, hard as a candy cane, already glistening at the tip with anticipation.

“Oh my, looks like someone is full of Christmas cheer, da?” Yelena giggled, eyeing Santa’s impressive member hungrily. Slowly, she sank to her knees on the velvet carpet, lubricating her lips with a provocative lick.

Santa groaned gutturally as Yelena wrapped her warm, milky hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly from base to tip. She let out a moan of delight as her thumb swirled around the sensitive head, gathering the slick precum and savoring it on her tongue.

“Mmmm, delicious,” Yelena cooed, her eyes locked with Santa’s. “Let’s see how much of your sweet Santa cream I can taste.”

With that, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along his impressive length in a long, slow lick. From the base all the way to the tip, her silky smooth lips and caressing tongue worked magic on Santa’s rock hard meat.

“Oooh, Yelena! So good…” Santa gasped breathlessly, his whole body trembling with pleasure. Yelena responded by taking his thick cock into her warm, wet mouth inch by inch until her pert nose brushed against his trim pubic hair. She held him deep in her throat for a long moment before slowly pulling back, sucking hard and sending delicious shivers running through Santa’s body.

Yelena bobbed her head up and down Santa’s lap, taking him deeper and deeper with each motion. Her hollowed cheeks sucked rhythmically as she pleasured him with her skilled mouth. Wisps of her silky blonde hair fell across her face as she devoured him hungrily.

“God Yelena, your mouth…it’s…it’s incredible…” Santa stammered out between lustful grunts, his eyes glazing over in pure bliss. He gripped her head, his fingers tangling in her golden locks, urging her to take him deeper. Yelena simply moaned around his thick shaft in response, the vibration adding a new dimension of pleasure.

Santa’s hips started to twitch and buck as he neared his peak. Yelena could sense it, her plump lips curving up in a mischievous smile around his manhood. She elongates her tongue, dragging it along the sensitive underside of Santa’s shaft as she takes him as deep as she can, burying her nose in his neatly trimmed beard.

“FFFUUUCKK YELENA!” Santa roars, throwing his head back. His entire-body convulses as waves of ecstasy explode through his being. Hot, sticky streams of his potent Christmas cream spray from the tip of his throbbing cock, filling Yelena’s eager mouth.

Yelena gulps greedily, swallowing every last drop of Santa’s seed as he empties his heavy testicles down her swallowing throat. She milks him with her tongue and lips until she’s certain she has every pearly bead of his jizz praising her experienced mouth.

Panting heavily, Santa collapses against the velvet armchair, his spent cock slipping wetly from Yelena’s lips with a obscene pop. Yelena licks her lips seductively, savoring Santa’s sweet, creamy aftertaste.

“Da, Santa. There is nothing more special than the gift of your naughty cream in my mouth,” Yelena purrs, wiping her chin with a coy smirk. “Don’t forget to put my name on the nice list, da?”

With a wink, the naughty Russian milf lips hopped merrily to the door, leaving Santa reeling in the afterglow of the best blended blowjob he’d ever tasted. All he could do was loll his tongue out and groan with satisfaction, knowing he’d skip no less than eight helpings of Christmas pie come holidays’ eve. Yelena made sure of that.

Satisfied, Yelena headed back to theNorth Pole workshop, a sway in her hips and warmth pooling in her tummy. The way Santa’s Santa Clause cream filled her belly was almost as satisfying as the surly mincemeat dripping from his sausage tonight.

No one could say she hadn’t done her Christmas duty, she thought with a chuckle, padding up to the workshop. And Santa had certainly filled her stocking this year.

Merry Christmas, indeed.