A snack for Santa

Santa dropped to his knees in front of the old battered couch. He grabbed Sara's bare legs and pulled them toward him; Sara's T-shirt rode up her hips further her pussy was now completely exposed. Santa dropped his head.

"OH! Santa, that's soooo good!" Sara gasped as the big guy began laping away at the young mother's pussy. It didn't take long before she was rolling and squirming all over the couch - but Santa held on tight and his tongue never came out of her pussy.

"AH! AH! AH! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Sara gasped and moaned, her hips bucked up and down on the couch.

Santa got up from the floor. He undid his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles. His cock was big, hard, and rosy red. He sat on the couch beside the still-panting mom. "Sara," Santa pulled at her hand, "why don't you sit on Santa's lap!"

Sara gave Santa's cock a long look and smiled.