Giant Jugs Gianna ext 355 1844-33-CANDY Sweet Lovin Kayla ext 357
I really wanted my picture taken with Santa this year, but I was a little embarrassed to go by myself. Gianna is such a good friend; she said if I REALLY wanted to go, she’d accompany me, so I didn’t feel silly. We drove to the local mall and waiting in this super long line to sit on a fake Santa’s lap.
The wait was totally worth it though cus the Santa under the bread was really hot. When G and I each sat on a knee, he “ho ho ho” ed and wink at me. We smiled for the picture, and then that cheeky Santa said, “My lunch break is in fifteen minutes; I’d love to share a food court meal with you.”
Holiday Catfight
I giggled and felt my cheeks blushing pink. We slipped off his lap and were standing to the side waiting for the Elves to hand us the printed photo when Gianna said, “Can you believe that hot Santa wants to have lunch with me?” I scoffed.
“Girl, no. He meant me.” I corrected her. She flipped her hair and had the audacity to roll her mother fucking eyes at me.
“Why would he want to have lunch with you when he could have lunch with me?” She was a cocky little slut, and I was going to take her down. I let out a growl before I lunged at G., Pummeling her to the ground covered in fake snow. White glitter flew up around us as she grabbed my hair!
She was yanking my head to the side and even slapped me in the face. I scratched at her cheap shirt, and her huge tits spilled out. The crowd cheered, but no one attempted to stop us. We scuffled and rolled around Santa’s red carpet until we bumped against his black boots. He reached for us and pulled us apart. We were panting and staring daggers at each other. “Whoa, ho ho, girls. What is going on?”
I pointed a figure at Gianna. “She thought you meant lunch with HER!”
“As if he would wanna eat with you?” She spits at me.
“Girls, girls.” Santa chuckled. ” There’s no need for a catfight. I was hoping to dine with both of you.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357