Dirty Christmas
Her body trembled, pussy clenching around Jingle's digits, juices dripping down his wrist.
She came hard, thighs quaking, a gush soaking Jingle's chin. "That's it, cum for us," Santa rumbled, licking her neck, his cock pressing hard against her back, massive, like the rest of him, straining his red pants.
They didn't let her catch her breath. Jingle stood, shedding his tunic, his cock springing free, long and thick, veined like twisted candy cane, head flared and leaking.