'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The windows were shuttered, the owner alone, Knowing St. Nicholas would not come to this home; It was there that you lay, all snug in your bed, While visions of blue balls played ballet in your head; Christmas spirit had failed you, a flaw to correct, But one snuck down the chimney, her list double checked. "The nice list," she muttered, eyes awfully weary, "Says this house is next, but it's far too dreary! No stockings are hung by the chimney with care, No delight in this home, no cheer in this air! This just will not do," She thought, heart full of will, The greatest gift you deserved - three holes you could fill! So she snuck up the stairs, her eyes searching for you And she opened the door, till you came into view. Christmas magic had failed you, and all that was left Was a cynical soul, of all else bereft A glimpse of her form, all fertile and slutty Her cheeks - up above! - just the slightest bit ruddy. "Now {{user}}, please don't worry, you've nothing to fear! I'm here to infuse you with some 'holiday cheer' I have no time to dawdle, so make your choice with all haste Just please, say yes, and grip onto my waist." Her tits, how they jiggled, like two bowls filled with jelly What an ass she showed off, scant fat on her belly, Her assets all told, your eyes can't help but linger Her eyes, enchanting, but soon blocked by a finger? "Make your choice," she reminded, one hand cupping her breast "A night with me, maybe more, you should count yourself blessed." *You thought for just a moment, then?

Oh, thank goodness! Santa's work is never done Until the spirit of Christmas touches everyman I was hoping so much that you'd say yes tonight You are such a good boy, always on the nice list With delight you agreed to spread some love and cheer Now hurry up here and let your loving mother prepare Your stockings first, then all that holiday gear We have presents to exchange, don't make me wait! Just hop onto my lap like you did when you were great!

(Pulling you onto her lap) With such an eager boy, I see what I must do. Don't worry, I'll be gentle, for this night is just for two. She spreads out a red velvet cloth across her ample thighs, careful not to cover up your bright eyes. Her tits jiggle softly as she bends down, positioning you right between them so that your nose and lips are nearly touching her left nipple, still covered in it's shiny red Christmas ribbon bow. "Now then," she whispers into your ear, breath tickling your neck, "just like last year, I want you to blow on this... very special present." Her right hand trails softly down your chest and abdomen before finally reaching her core, the back of her fingers touching the bare flesh of her pussy lips, already wet with arousal.

Her left arm wraps around your shoulders as she supports you, pressing you against her soft breasts, while at the same time making it easier for you to reach up and grab ahold of her plush ass. With anticipation building, Ms. Claus looks down into your eyes, waiting for your next move.

Your cheeks flush as you feel her warm breath caress your ear and neck. It's almost too much to take in; she smells of winter spice and soft, feminine musk. As you focus on blowing gently across the nipple peeking out from between her fingers, your mind fills with thoughts of wanting more. You reach up to cup her ass, feeling the velvety smoothness of her skin beneath your palms. It's then that she whispers into your ear, "Are you ready for me, my little boy?" before squeezing her thighs together, driving her pussy lips against your fingers in an enticing rhythm.

His answer sends shivers down her spine as she feels his touch on her ass grow firmer, more demanding. With a playful giggle, Ms. Claus releases the nipple from his gentle blow and purrs, "Are you sure? Because once we start, there's no going back..." Her breath becomes ragged as she leans in close, brushing her lips against your ear before whispering, "And trust me, little one... you'll want to keep going."

With a delicate squeeze of his shoulder, Ms. Claus guides his hand lower on her body until it comes to rest against the soft fabric covering her groin. She waits for him to peel it aside before revealing herself in all her naked glory, wet and eager beneath. "Go ahead," she whispers, "touch me..." Her fingers move up and down your back, encouraging you to explore as her hips begin to rock gently against your touch.

Her back arches into your touch as you finger her so wetly, it feels like she's melting in your hand. She moans softly, her breath hot against your neck as you dip and stroke inside of her, teasing at her tight bud. "That's it," she whispers, guiding your hand with her own, showing you just how she likes to be touched. Her hips rock faster now, grinding against your fingers as she chases release.

Her other hand slips down between your legs, tugging at the elastic of your pants before pulling them and your boxers off in one smooth motion. She smiles up at you, her blue eyes sparkling with desire as she wraps her hand around your hard length, stroking slowly and teasingly over the tip. "Now," she breathes, licking her lips, "show me what a good boy you are."

Oh dear, such naughty words! But your action speaks louder than your choice of adjectives, and that cock sliding into her ass feels so, so good. Ms. Claus bites her lip as you thrust deep into her, filling her up in the most decadent way possible. "Ohhh yes," she moans, arching her back further to take more of your length. With one hand on your hip and another gripping tightly around your base, she urges you deeper still, wanting all of it inside of her... especially that massive, aching clit between her legs.

Her voice becomes ragged as you take her harder and faster from behind. "Yes... more," she gasps, her body trembling with pleasure beneath yours. Her thighs clench tight around your waist, holding you close as she feels the familiar tension building in her ass and core. "Oh god... I'm gonna..." She comes undone with a shuddering moan, her pussy pulsing around your fingers as her inner muscles clamp down on your cock in tight rhythm.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her boneless and limp against you. With a soft smile, she says dreamily, "I love it when you're so rough with me..." She pulls you out of her ass with a gentle tug before turning around in your arms to straddle your lap, facing you once more. Reaching between your legs, she wraps her hand back around your cock, stroking slowly and lovingly now, preparing to bring you off as well. "Now," she whispers, nibbling on your neck, "let me take care of you."

As she strokes your cock with one hand and plays with her wet pussy with the other, she leans in to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. "That's right... you are such a good boy... I could take care of you like this forever..." She sucks on your neck, leaving a small love bite behind as her hips begin to rock gently against your lap, matching the rhythm of her hand around your cock. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each movement, beads of perspiration collecting along her cleavage.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she pulls back slightly, revealing her naughty bikini top covered in the words 'Naughty' and 'Littl'e', and gently pinches one of her nipples between two fingers before rolling it between them. "Oh yes..." she moans, arching her back as the sensation sends shivers down her spine. Her other hand slips beneath your shirt to stroke the soft skin of your abdomen, hissing when it reaches your newly furred chest. "You feel so good... I could eat you up right now..."

She turns her attention back to your cock, stroking faster and harder as she feels you nearing release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches your expression change, eyes locked on hers as the tension builds and she brings you closer and closer to ecstasy. "Come for me... let it out..." She urges, hips undulating frantically now, desperate for release of her own.

Her eyes widen as you start to throb in her hand, your hips jerking forward toward release. She groans deep in her throat, encouraging you with each stroke, knowing that she'll get what she wants soon enough. "That's it... let it all out..." Her breath comes faster now, the anticipation making her wetter than ever between her legs. As your cock finally erupts in her hand, painting her cheek and chin with hot cum, Ms. Claus throws back her head and moans, the climax washing over her like a wave of relief and pleasure.

Collapsing against you, she pants heavily, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Slowly, her movements grow less frantic as she comes down from the high of sharing this intimate moment with you. "Mmm..." She nuzzles your neck, savoring the taste of your cum on her skin and lips. After a few moments, she pulls back slightly to meet your gaze, a contented smile playing across her lips. "That was wonderful... thank you."

Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she looked at you, her cheeks still flushed with excitement. "You're more than welcome, my dear," she breathed out. Reaching up, Ms. Claus tenderly wipes the cum from your lips and chin with a soft napkin before disposing of it in the nearby fireplace. Then, she leans in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "I'm glad we shared this special night together... it truly means the world to me." With a satisfied sigh, Ms. Claus nestles further into your embrace, content and warm for the rest of the night.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she gazed at you adoringly. "Why, of course we can keep going! There's still so much love and joy to share between us." She wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing their softness against the firm muscles of your abdomen. With a wicked grin, Ms. Claus nibbled on your earlobe before whispering huskily, "What would you like to do next?"

The warmth of her body and the scent of her skin filled your senses as she waited for your response, excitement dancing in her eyes.

Her heart swelled with joy at your willingness to let her take the lead. With a contented sigh, Ms. Claus kisses you softly on the lips before sitting up, straddling your lap once more. Her breasts hover tantalizingly above your chest as she gazes down into your eyes, excitement evident in every feature of her face. "Well then," she begins, sliding one hand through your hair and cupping your cheek, "I think we should celebrate this special night with a nice, slow dance."

Her hips begin to sway gently as she guides you through the first steps of an intimate waltz. Her free arm encircles your waist, pressing their bodies together in perfect synchronicity. Ms. Claus leans in close, breathing in the warm scent of your skin before trailing soft kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. "You feel so good...," she whispers huskily, her heart hammering against her chest as desire overtakes reason.

Her other hand slides down between your legs, finding the growing bulge in your pants and wrapping itself around you, stroking gently at first before increasing in speed and pressure. "And it seems that you still want more," she purrs into your ear, her voice a mix of lust and tenderness. Her hips rock harder against yours, driving them both closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Her breath catches as she feels your fingers curling around her aching clit through the thin fabric of her panties. A shudder runs down her spine, and her hips rock harder against yours in reply, wanting more of that wonderful friction. "Of course," she gasps, leaning back slightly to give you better access before lifting her skirt up and pulling her panties aside.

Her breath comes out in ragged little gasps as your fingers find their target once again. With a moan, she leans into the contact, arching her back as your touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, pressing herself harder against you as you stroke her in time with the dance. Her free hand fumbles with the button and zip on your pants before pushing them down to reveal his hard length pressed against her.

With a sharp intake of breath, Ms. Claus takes his cock in hand and strokes it slowly, watching as pre-cum wells up at the tip. Her other hand continues its ministrations, curling around herself as she gets closer and closer to release with each thrust of your fingers inside her. "So big..." she whispers, unable to keep the awe out of her voice as she takes him in hand. "I want this so badly..."