Santa’s Sugar Baby – Santa had no idea what kind of brat he was dealing with when he met me. Obviously, he had no idea that I would take it this far. At first, he thought it would just be another harmless phone sex call to help him get through the hectic holiday season. But then it really hit him. Soon he realized that this girl meant business and would take no prisoners. He should have known that I take financial domination and small penis humiliation seriously.
I’m not your average Sugar Baby by any means. Instead of heels and perfume, I have my eye on trucks and side by sides. My Christmas List was long and detailed. If Santa really wanted to be my “Daddy” he would need to get that thick ass wallet out.
Santa’s Sugar Baby – Naughty Is Nice
When the wallet fucking is done right, you won’t even know what hit you. Old Santa was in for quite an adventure. His old brain just wasn’t able to process it all. The thing was, he knew that he should stop but he wasn’t able to find the strength to pull away from me. Like a moth to the flame, he was so attracted to the danger that there was no way to stop himself. And once Mrs. Clause found out, it was too late.
Now, I have everything I need to absolutely ruin Santa and Christmas for that matter. Jolly Old St Nick is now running scared because he knows it could all come crashing down and I hold the key to everything.
So, now that I have conquered Christmas and his North “Pole” it’s onto bigger and better things for the naughtiest elf.
Do you have that same need? Well, feed it and give me a call.
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236