Mrs Claus In The Santa Clause 2 Novels & Stories

Hayley added slowly turning her gaze to Claire. "Yes, could be." Claire said still looking outside the glass window. "You know Santa Claus isn't ugly right?" Alec said catching his breath. "Yea right!" Hayley scoffs slightly elevated.

she said, chuckling nervously. "Santa? At this time of the year?" It came as a shock to Halsey. "I'm coming in," she said and opened the door. Looking around the room, there was no Santa or Claus whatsoever. What was Nevena talking about? "Are you sure you saw Santa Claus?" "Yeah I did. A handsome six pack Santa Claus" she said biting her nails.

“Then you’re gonna take exactly what you asked for, you filthy little Mrs. Claus.” I spread my legs wide without being told, the tiny red skirt riding up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy completely. I was already soaked—had been since I put the outfit on—and my clit throbbed visibly under his gaze. My nipples poked hard through the cutouts, begging for attention. Mark looped the Santa belt around my throat like a makeshift collar, buckling it just tight enough that I felt the pressure with every breath. He tugged on it lightly, forcing my head up so I had to meet his eyes.

The moment Clara opened the door, my jaw dropped. A massive screen covered one wall, surrounded by soft recliner chairs, dim golden lights, and a scent of leather and popcorn. “You’re kidding me,” I whispered. “A cinema? Inside the house?” Clara laughed. “Yes, ma’am. And that’s not even the biggest surprise.” She led me through different hallways, pointing at doors as she explained. “There are twenty rooms in this mansion,” she said proudly. “Twenty?” I gasped, stopping in my tracks. “You’re joking!”