Novel & Cerita Naughty Christmas Characters

He chuckles, “And I helped Charlie earlier, with the stockings.” She nods, “And once you’ve all gone to bed, Merlin Christmas, a unique variation on Father Christmas, will decorate the house and make everything ready for a wonderful Christmas in the woods, with a snowman war about to erupt on the front steps.” She chuckles,

"He's been incredible. For a playboy whore-bag, he's great with kids and quite the Santa. You might want to get up there if you want to sit on his lap." Lisa snorted. "He's my playboy whore-bag." "Yes, he is." Sicily patted her back. "Go get him." Marc glanced up at her, his cheeks burning pink as she got in line behind three little girls, who were giggling softly. They had to be pre-teens from what Lisa could tell. "Hi, there. What do you want from Santa this year?" Marc smiled warmly at the three little girls. "You?" One of them laughed and the others broke out into giggles.

Deep down all she wanted was to spend more time with her father not another woman who would one day walk out of her life. “Hey Alexis,” Christine chipped in, bending a little so she can be on the same level with Alexis “I can play with you. Don’t you want to be my friend?” “No!!!” the little girl screamed, crossing her arms and she shaking her head. “I want to play with my daddy.” “Okay, But if you play with your daddy, you won’t learn my magic trick,” Christine shrugged, before pulling out a coin from the back of Alexis’s right ear.

Then she leaned in and stage whispered, "Don't play her for money. You'll lose your shirt." Kiki laughed. "Oh, I believe that!" "Check," Abby announced again, her voice matter of fact, concentrating hard on the game. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" a voice resonated throughout the house. Kiki looked over and Santa Claus himself filled the doorway, dressed in a red suit, sporting a natural white beard, and carrying a sack filled with toys. Smiling executives dressed in business suits--both men and women--from The North Pole Lodge, were with him, carrying packages wrapped in brightly colored paper.

He turned back to Ronnie and asked, "Sure, where should I put it?" "Somewhere you can see it, wherever you'd like, then come back and get another one to put on the tree. Here, Mitch can you put this one on, please?" Ronnie handed him a small Santa with colored lights wrapped all around him. Then came the round glass ornaments; they were gorgeous in beautiful colors and all kinds of glitter and glam. Ronnie set that box aside and found another glass with snowflakes and icicles she also sat to the side. The next box contained at least fifty Disney characters of all shapes and sizes. "Wyatt, look at this." Ronnie held up the box for him.

the boy lifted his big eyes with excitement. “Hmm, what would your parents say?” Matt became playfully serious. “Yeah, probably not,” the kid nodded. They shared a hug and it warmed my heart. Santa was nice with all the rest of the kids. Then, he finally left the special chair and came to see if I ate everything he planned. “Are you this kind with all the kids? Nice and naughty?” I questioned him, showing him my empty plate. “Of course I am,” he grinned at me. “Some naughty kids might surprise you by eating all of their food, as a nice kid would you. You never really know who is naughty.”

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.

I asked others, “Are you guys okay with dressing up? I won't force you if you feel uncomfortable with it.” Harry, “I'll be perfect for the grinch role, boss.” Teresa, “I'll choose to be Santa's helper, boss.” Morgan, “I'll go for elves too, boss.” When I looked at theo, he said, “Guess I'm going to be Santa then.” He asked me, “What about you, boss.” “I'll choose to be an elf too.” Harry, “Let's give something in return after visiting our store.” Morgan, “Yeah, that's great.” She turned to me and said, “Boss, let's do that.”

His cheeks were extra rosy and his belly heaved from the exertion. I didn’t care what anyone said; Santa was fucking sexy! I crawled to Santa and gently slipped his sticky cock in my mouth, tasting myself and his cum on my tongue. I bathed him clean, sucking his rod sweetly until he patted my head with an approving smile. “Naughty and nice…my favorite kind of girl,” he murmured with a hearty chuckle. I pulled away and wiped at my mouth, wishing he’d fuck me again but I knew he had a big job to do and there were plenty of other naughty girls waiting for him.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.