Christmas Santa Claus Inflatable Novels & Stories

“Yes, tonight. And wear something decent for once.” I rolled my eyes automatically. “You say that like I dress like a stripper.” If only he knew. “This is important,” he continued. “My friend’s son is flying in for Christmas.” “What friend?” “Patrick Laurent.” The name sounded vaguely familiar. “He was supposed to surprise us for the holidays, but your mother and I already booked that Aspen trip this weekend. So you’ll host him instead.” Something about the way he said man instead of boy made me pause. “And Ivy?”

I reached down and fingered my swollen and aching clit, nearly sobbing as the sensations crashed into one another, forcing me to cum over and over. Santa shouted to the ceiling, so loud in fact, I bet his reindeer shifted uneasily on the roof at the sound, and with one final thrust, filled me up with a full load of sweet Santa spooge. “Uhhhh,” he groaned as he withdrew. I collapsed and rolled to my back. Santa wiped at the beads of sweat along his hairline and exhaled a long, deep breath. His cheeks were extra rosy and his belly heaved from the exertion.

"She quickly took out her mobile phone to call Nathaniel, but his phone was turned off." Mango started to worry. "She got off the speedboat in a hurry and saw a man cladded in a Santa Claus costume standing on the edge of the port with a gift bag, as if he was waiting for something." "Mango quickly passed by him, but he stopped her." "Hello beauty, it's Christmas today. What Christmas gift do you want? I'm Santa Claus. Whatever you want, I can satisfy you." His tone was light. Mango was completely startled. "Listening to this familiar voice and looking at the Santa Claus in front of her, she could not help but feel happy."

A week later, Christmas Eve arrived. Brindley was lit up with colorful lights so vibrant that even neon lights paled in comparison. The streets were buzzing with Christmas songs, and horse-drawn carriages passed through the main roads. A Santa Claus was sitting in it, giving out Christmas presents to every child they drove by. Needless to say, anyone could take a ride in the carriages for a price. Xavier paid three thousand dollars to let Ash and Lynn do just that. The white steeds galloped, their iron horseshoes striking the pavement with a clean, crisp sound. Colorful lights wrapped around the pumpkin-shaped carriage glistened nonstop.

At least, I know by the end of the holiday, I will be a 100k$ richer that I didn't work for. “Deal, this is going to be so much fun,” Clover squeaked.

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

I hope the sight of his fluffy white beard won’t scare her. “Hi there, sweet Clementine! Would you like to come sit on Santa’s lap?” he asks, extending his large, welcoming hands toward her. To my surprise, she immediately reaches for him, maybe she knows it is her dad beneath the costume… and I allow him to lift her, gently placing her on his leg. I step aside to give them space for the photo. “Smile, Teeny!” Once the picture is snapped, he gives her a slight bounce, his voice taking on a softer, warmer tone. “So, teeny Clementine, all dressed up like a Christmas princess… don’t you just look adorable?”

The birds cooed gaily not minding the whiter, foamier and more inviting snow that fell peacefully from the bluish sky. Perfection and high-spiritedness filled Fairford Overlook. Christmas flutes, fireworks and “Fairforders” teemed the streets – a few adults dressed in Santa's costumes while the kids that really did look like they had just arrived from the North Pole were dressed in green; Santa's elves, sharing gifts to all houses.

Help. Hey everyone, I need help. Two days ago, my five-year-old sister said she saw Santa Claus in our house, but her description doesn't match the traditional image at all. She said this "Santa" had long, spider-like fingers, too many joints, crawled like a four-legged animal, and after climbing out of our chimney, it just stood silently in the corner of our living room, watching us for an hour. Most importantly, when I asked if this "Santa" had a gift sack, she said no. Just a lumpy, wrinkled, moving sack on its back.