Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories)
“Please fill my stocking, Santa, I’ve been so bad!”
He flipped her suddenly, still impaled, so she was on her back across the wide throne arm, legs over his shoulders, dress bunched at her waist.
He pounded her in a missionary style, beard brushing her throat, bells going insane.
Every thrust slammed her G-spot, his cockhead kissing her cervix.
She came first, screaming, pussy gushing around him, squirting onto the red velvet.
“Fuck yes, soak Santa’s suit, baby!”
He didn’t stop.