Mrs Santa Your Husbands A Wanker - Sex Stories

Mrs Santa Your Husbands A Wanker

It's Christmas Eve I cannot sleep I'm so looking forward To all my treats So I get up To make some tea And in my living room What do I see Santa sitting In a chair In nothing but His underwear I jump up and down I'm so excited Santa is here I'm so delighted He clears his throat And gives me a look Looking down He opens a book Flips a few pages And nods his head Then asks me Why I am out of bed He says he knows I've been misbehaving That I've been a bad girl And am in need of taming He tells me move here And get on your knees If you want presents You will do as I please I drop to my knees He pulls out his dick He says see that pre cum Move forward and lick Well I want my presents So I move forward and suck Till he tells me to stop And that he wants to fuck This makes me nervous Because he is real fat If he goes on top I'm quite sure I'll go splat Thankfully I Had no need to worry He tells me to ride him That he's in a hurry I climb up Slide down on his dick Up and down motions Rolling my hips He moans and groans I fuck him harder and harder Look down at his gut I've never seen anyone larger His hands reach round And grip my bum With a ho ho ho He fills me with cum I climb off He puts on his suit I try not to laugh As he struggles with his boots I ask If I'll get presents now? As I did what he said He tells me to wait and see And to go back to bed That fucking bastard Left me sea salts He also gave me Vaginal warts So I wrote a letter To Mrs Santa Telling her Her husband's a Wanker Bitch wrote me back Said to suck it up That it's not her fault I behaved like a slut That he knows who to target It's all in his book I smirk at what I'm holding She means the one that I took.