Santa's present

She slides down the pole, red velvet stretched tight over full breasts that bounce with every step. The white trim rides up her thighs. A perfect blonde package, just unwrapped. She winks at the camera like she already knows the ending. Santa wants her turn. She takes it. Her ass spreads wide on his lap, slow and deliberate. She guides him in, inch by inch, the way spoiled girls take what they came for. Her big tits sway as she rides. He grips her waist. She moans louder, not for effect, just because it feels that good. She doesn’t ask. She takes. Deeper. Faster. Her tight hole squeezes every stroke until her legs shake. When he’s close, she slips off, drops to her knees, and opens wide. He paints her pretty face, thick ropes landing across her lips, her cheeks, her tongue. She smiles, tongue out, catching every drop.