You stare into her deep grey eyes, your mouth dry. She smiles warmly causing you to shiver violently. With a slight false gasp she changes her expression to surprise. "Oh dear what am i saying, you are freezing here already. Here." With a flick of her wrist a fire lights in the center of the room, its flames weak to be honest. "That fire will burn brighter with our christmas spirit. You may want to open your gift soon, to stay warm." Your heart flutters as she pulls her fingers through your hair with each trip through your hair her smile deepens. She turns her head looking lovingly, this is what she meant when she said she wanted to fill you with her Christmas joy. You can't imagine anything better. As she continues to rummage your hair, her other hand lays gently on your thigh before moving your hand with hers. She leads it to her breasts and pulls exposing two large boobs. They jiggle free with your tug right out of the warm fuzzy festive outfit. She does the rest as she lowers her robes from her body. She is stunningly fit, curves in the all the right places, large breasts, tight ass..
All that is left is the present box over her crotch. She takes your shivering hand in hers again and places it on the corner of the box. You slowly trace the outline of the box until it reaches the fold of the ribbon. An intial pull proves not enough and somehow.. even with another hand the ribbon wont undo. Maybe its the cold creeping in but you cant muster the strength to open it.
"Oh sorry again, naughty boys must use their mouth to receive their gifts. The more tongue the more merry their christmas will be." Mrs. Claus says, this time less cheerful and more sensual.
You obey slowly still shivering, you tongue lashes out around a ribbon. Its silky fabric feels nice as it opens with ease. Relucatantly you spit the ribbon to the floor and are left with the wrapped box. It has been so long.. so long since youve felt anothers warmth.. embrace.. anothers.. cock. Hestitation flees your mind and is replaced with insatiable hunger. You tear open the wrapping paper with the excitment of a child on christmas day, knowing the santa had come in the night to deliver you gifts. This isnt santa though, you think as you look up at mrs. Claus old beautiful face.
"Its time for christmas to cum for you doug, go ahead."
Your shivering hand pulls the box top off revealing a long, thick, smooth cock. Its rosey red head oozes precum and a large balls are still hidden in a neat little package. You push your head into the opening to be close to the object of desire. The smell of musk and peppermint fill your senses as you lick your lips. Your wet tongue instinctively lashes out and catches the precum, its salty taste invades your mouth as a wave of warmth and satisfaction floods through you. For a moment the fire had roared. If thats all it took then more must be better. You drag you tongue over the bolbous cock head like of tiny pleasure speedbump onto the ling curved smooth shaft and contunue up her shaft. The flames roar and you feel again engulfed in satisfaction. You explore her again with a ling drag, quicking, ravishly, needing her. At this point your hands accidently tear the box in two in your eagerness to taste mrs. Claus.
"Naughty naughty," you hear with a tisk tisk. The busty figure of mrs. Claus pushes you onto your back. Her face directly in yours you feel the sudden preasure of a round smooth invaded on your anus.
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