Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Last year, my son caught Mommy kissing Santa Clause, but that’s not the whole story. Mommy was definitely doing more than just kissing that bearded older man. My husband travels a lot and often misses many of our holiday traditions. Traditions that come with a lot of sweat and tears, like putting together my Son’s BMX bike all by myself.
I was in way over my head, I know nothing about bikes, but my sweet neighbor builds things for his boys all the time. I asked him to come over last year and help me put the last Christmas gifts together. Of course, I promised to make it worth his while.
Santa Gets The Gift Of Head
When he came over, it tickled me that he was dressed as Santa. The big white beard and everything! Carrying a small red toolbox and laughing as he rubbed his belly. I fed him fresh-baked cookies and warm milk while watching him put together my son’s gift.
Please don’t assume. It isn’t my fault that watching a man do a good deed turns me on. As soon as he finished, he brushed off his white-gloved hands and asked if there was anything else he could help me with. There was a fire burning in my panties that I needed Santa to put out with the gifts loaded in his sack.
My arms wrapped around his neck, and we started kissing. That fake beard felt so silly against my chin, but that was when we heard the gasp of shock from my son. He had busted us making out by the tree. Thankfully, our helpful neighbor was fully disguised by his suit. We scrambled out into the garage, where I pushed down Santa’s red pants and found a big ol’ present waiting for me.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270