Bad Santas

Two blondes in Santa hats watch you from across the room. Their tight red dresses hug every curve, barely covering the swell of their asses. One steps forward first. She cups your chin, eyes dark with intent. The other slips behind you, breath warm against your neck. They know exactly what you've done. The first one tugs at your belt. Her fingers brush lower. The second presses closer, her breasts against your back. Their hands work in tandem, opening you up between them. You feel the heat of their bodies, the promise of punishment and reward hanging in the air. One drops to her knees. The other leans in, lips parted, waiting for your answer.