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Santa bought me a new Lush, all pink and shiny. He said it was for him; no one else was allowed to control me. I tried to be his good little Ho, but the truth is, even Santa knows I’m a naughty fucking Ho. There on his lap, with the Lush deep inside me, Krampus took over via his cell phone behind me!
The buzz was so soft Santa couldn’t hear, but the stain on my cheeks was sure to alert him. I sat up straight and looked all around. Was Krampus looking to tease or aiming to please?
Santa’s Naughty Fucking Ho
My panties grew damp, and my back began to arch. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to hide my pleasure from that Jolly old soul. He patted my knee and asked, “Frannie, what’s a’matter?” I couldn’t tell him Krampus was causing a clatter! My knees crossed, but that made it worse! The vibrations were high, and I felt I might squirt.
Santa squinted his eyes, and I let out a moan. I couldn’t stop it; I was out of control. “I know what you’re doing!” Santa announced. “I know when you’re sleeping, and I know when you’re awake.” I shook my head but couldn’t think of a lie. “I know when you’re riding on some other guy!”
My lips parted into an “O,” and I hoped he wouldn’t be mad; after all, I’m ho. “I know when you’re horny,” He purred in my ear, “I know when you let someone else own you, my dear.” I felt his wood then, Santa’s hardon so firm. He might be mad or jealous, but he can’t help his reaction. It gets him off, too, knowing my actions.
I’m a slut and a Ho but most of all, his. No matter who runs the show, I’m still always his. He looked into my eyes as they rolled back into my head. Krampus had done it; he pushed me over the edge!
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