Backstage of Bad Santa

The Christmas scene is coming together. Santa stands in his full red suit, waiting. Elinor arrives, still fresh from the changing room, blonde hair loose over her shoulders. She looks young, too young for the way she moves, yet there is no hesitation in her. Santa pulls her close. She drops to her knees without being told and frees him, taking him in her mouth. Her lips close tight. Her head works in even strokes. Every so often she glances up, eyes wide but certain. Santa lifts her onto the table. He peels her panties down and spreads her. The first push is slow, then deeper, until he fills her completely. Elinor moans into the quiet room, gripping the edge of the table. He moves faster. She arches to meet each thrust. Her small sounds grow louder as his pace hardens. He pulls out, turns her over. She braces herself. When he pushes into her ass she takes it, breath caught, then pushes back for more. Her body opens to him. Each stroke draws another soft cry from her lips. The rhythm stays steady, deliberate, until she starts to tremble. Santa pulls free just in time. Elinor stays on her knees, mouth open. He finishes across her face. Thick streaks land on her cheeks and lips. She swallows what she can, eyes half-closed, cum still warm on her skin. The lights in the studio stay dim. Outside, someone calls for the next setup.