Pucca Santa Novels & Stories

A figure stood there in a crimson Santa jacket trimmed with white fur, the costume absurdly festive and completely out of place among the tailored suits. "Fifty million dollars from paddle number one," the announcer stammered, clearly as shocked as everyone else. "Going once... going twice... sold! To the gentleman in the Santa jacket!" The room erupted in whispers and gasps, but I couldn't hear any of it over the roaring in my ears. Fifty million dollars. Which meant I'd receive twenty-five million after the hospital took their share. Twenty-five million dollars. More than enough to pay off Richardson. More than enough to cover my mother's treatment for the next five years. More than enough

" Luca nodded and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. It was rare for him to come out and let loose, but he didn't expect Sebastian to go on a date! He looked at Rico, then pointed at Paula and asked, "Who is this?" Luca glanced at her, picked up the apple on the table and shoved it into his mouth. "You’re too noisy and you’re interfering with my TV!" Luca froze for two seconds, removed the apple from his mouth, hooked his lips and let out a light laugh, "Hey, I've only said a few words here, I don't even know who you are!" Rico looked at the two and smiled, "This is ma’am Andrea’s friend, Miss Paula."

Santa reached around, fingers on her clit, rubbing fast. Dory shattered, orgasm ripping through her, pussy and ass spasming, milking them. Cum from earlier squelched out, but they kept going, grunts filling the air. Frost came first in her ass, hot jets painting her insides, pulling out to let some drip. Santa followed, flooding her pussy again, groaning her name like a prayer. Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples.

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

Satanika went to her room before Juliet came in and took her clothes with the wig and lens to dispose. She took a hot, scented and relaxing bath in her large Jacuzzi as it massaged her aches and pains. She got out of the bathroom and dried up. She wore a turquoise crop top, black miniskirt and panda slippers. She packed her hair pony tail with a sky blue bow ribbon. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen and all the kitchen staffs stood and bowed. Satanika went to the counter and took a loaf of bread and ingredients to make a sandwich.

A puck. I sit up slowly. Turn it over in my hands. It's regulation size and weight, no different from the hundreds of pucks I've handled in my life, except for the fact that it is clearly old worn at the edges in a way that speaks to years of handling, the rubber surface smooth in places from contact, the NAHL stamp on the face so faded it's barely legible anymore. Not mine.

He’s so close to my soaked panties, to stroking my clit through the wet material. Then, his phone buzzes on the vanity.

Alex03 P.S. Just for fun a photo Of Luca

I grab two cups, filling one with whatever punch someone made and keeping the other empty for later. As I'm turning away, someone taps my arm. "Excuse me?" I turn to find Julian's fangirl standing there - the same girl who's been showing up at every game with his jersey number plastered across her chest. Up close, she's even prettier than I thought. Bright smile, clear skin, the kind of effortless beauty that makes people look twice. "Hey," I say, forcing a polite smile even as faint irritation curls in my stomach. "You're Bryson Miller, right? From the hockey team?" She's cheerful and talkative, words coming fast.

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.