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Santa is taking a five minute break, remaining in his overstuffed seat, sipping from his bottle of water. You walk up and lean over the powerfully built man's lap and say, "I saw you play hide the salami with your little helpers earlier." You undo his velvet trouser's fly. He doesn't seem panicked by the fact that you are doing this in front of an onlooking crowd. It's like he knows your Christmas magic is preventing all but the already lasciviously inclined from fully absorbing what you are doing. "Do you think I could take part in those reindeer games?" You shuck the thick, half-hard sausage of a cock until its' size resembles your forearm.

"Why, certainly, my child!" he responds. He seems just as mesmerized by your holiday beauty as everyone else.

"I've got a plan I'd like to run by you as well, Mr. Claus," you say softly by his ear, tickling the rich sandy fur that is his beard.

"Well, why don't you climb on Santa's lap and tell him all about it!" he says jovially, extending his open arms. You lift yourself up into the lap of the big man.

You can tell Santa is surprised when you settle on his lap and his big cock goes under your skirt, through the cock-tickling fur of your split-open panty, and into the depths of your molten cauldron of a pussy. "Just think of me as Mistress Claus!" you tease as you grind up and down on his lap.

"Ooooohh, sweetheart, you feel so fantastic!" Santa exclaims, groping your upthrust boobs. "Now, tell Santa all your desires!"

You present your plans for keeping busy while he is on his half hour breaks. He seems stunned at your thoughtfulness and Christmas cheer. "You certainly have my approval. Just run it by the mall office.."

You pull a stack of papers from your magic bag. "All has been approved!" You toss the bag and its' contents aside. "Now make me shake like a bowlful of jelly, Santa!" You piston up and down on his Northward-pointing pole.

"Oh! You are so tight, little Kristy Kringle!" he gushes, unable to hold back from spewing his rich cream inside her vise-like pussyguts.

"Ooh, Santa! Empty those jingle balls inside my box!" you giggle as you climax atop his geysering gland.

"That should help you!" you say, tucking his satiated cock back into his pants. "There are some real college hotties coming up soon in line for a picture!"