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EXT. NORTH POLE. NIGHT. The song Silent Night plays as the camera slowly zooms in on Santa's workshop as a blizzard rages.

INT. SANTA'S WORKSHOP. MASTER BEDROOM. A slutty Mrs. Claus played by Hailee Steinfeld kneels by the fireplace, dutifully waiting for her husband's return. She opens her heart locket which reads, "Not all naughty girls deserve coal. -Daddy Christmas". She smiles before looking up at the clock which reads 12:10 A.M. Her smile is replaced with concern as he's not usually this late. She stands, sensually swaying her hips as she walks towards the window.

Looking out the window, she becomes ever more worried for her husbands safety. She embraces her crucifix necklace and closes her eyes as she says a short silent prayer. That seems to do the trick cause as soon as she opens her eyes, a red shooting star which is actually her husband's sleigh, appears over the horizon. Her face lights up with joy and her pussy gushes as she runs off to greet him.

EXT. NORTH POLE. NIGHT. The sleigh finally on the ground, the elves tend to the reindeer as Santa gets out. He's visibly worn out, exhausted and most importantly, thirsty, specifically for coke due to an empty 4 pack laying next to him. Hailee gets outside just as Santa stumbles due to exhaustion, thirst and the blizzard continuing to rage around them and rushes towards his aide.

Some of the elves try to help Santa to his feet, one even hilariously offering him a Pepsi but he elbows them away out of stubborn pride (and Pepsi being the Bud Light of soda). His tune changes of course when his wife slav squats in front of him, putting her hand on his shoulder. She doesn't say a word but doesn't need to as her exposed leaking cunt, firm 34C tits, loving smile and sultry crimson eyes do the talking for her. He smiles back and nods, his body forgetting about the pain it's in as his sentient beard wraps itself around her hourglass waist as she helps him up and they walk back inside.

INT. SANTA'S WORKSHOP. MASTER BEDROOM. She sets him down on his rocking chair, and struts over to the fridge that's filled with nothing but vintage style glass coke bottles. She takes 1 out with another magically appearing to take its place before she closes it.

She struts back to her husband and sets the bottle on the table next him. Kris Kringle lays back in his wooden rocking chair as Hailee Claus strips, showing that the workshop is actually the second magnificent piece of private property that Jolly Old St. Nick owns, and like the good dutiful wife she is, removes his boots, belt and pants, revealing his thick, semi-hard 14 inch, candy cane colored dick.

As she strokes it, Hailee is surprised that her owner's dick is clear of pussy juice. She looks at him, head tilted in confusion cause as a man, he has the right to fuck as much single freeuse pussy as he wants. He doesn't say anything but smile warmly and nod to let her know that he decided to be faithful to her this year before taking a big gulp of Coke which causes his dick to become rock solid.

Hailee climbs onto the chair and straddles him reverse cowgirl, slowly inserting the dick into her pussy. It seems like a painful job for her but he grabs her by the hair, giving her a deep passionate kiss, causing her body to forget about the pain it's in, allowing his dick to slide all the way inside her so he can start thrusting vigorously.

The kiss breaks. "Ma...ma...Merr-y...Chris-mas...s-ir!" Hailee struggles to get out as her guts are roughly rearranged. "Merry Christmas my little hoe, hoe, hoe." He replies as he takes another gulp of Coke which causes him to fuck her harder and faster, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head as she begins having a seizure-gasm.

COCA-COLA. ENJOY THE SENSATION. ENJOY THE HOLIDAYS

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