Storytelling Santa 소설 & 이야기

"I'm a man! I don't know which is worse, being a sperm or being a man!" "Sigh," the voice interrupted her and urged her to move. "We don't have much time, as I said, you are in Santa's body right now. And your mission is to give gifts to the people that Santa forgotten to send on Christmas Eve. Technically, Christmas is over but Santa felt bad for the people he has forgotten, hence, he asked for this!" Kiera frowned looking in the mirror, "Do Santa drinks a lot? He sure has a big tummy..."

I tilted my head to the side, not understanding what he was driving at. He grabbed my hands and walked me to a mantled bed, leveling up on it, before he continued with his sermon, "Every year Santa gives out gifts and helps people to fulfill their wishes, but none ever care if Santa too needs a gift or has a wish that needs to be fulfilled, so why don't you grant this Santa his wish then?" I snaked my head backwards, my face squeezed in total confusion. I was the one who needed help, not him, right? "I don't understand; do you want me to fulfill a wish for you?" He gave a sharp and quick nod, the mysterious grin never leaving his lips.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Laya this happy. You really made her Christmas with this.” Jordan shifted carefully, adjusting his arm beneath Malaya so she wouldn’t stir. His expression softened, something open and almost boyish crossing his face. “I’d do anything to see her smile like that.” He hesitated, then added quietly, “How do you usually spend the holidays?” “Well…” Laila began, her tone thoughtful as memories drifted to the surface. “Some years, my family comes to us. Other years, we come back here. It’s always a little chaotic, a little loud.” A faint smile curved her lips. “She stopped believing in Santa when she was six. Told me she knew Santa wasn’t real because she caught me wra

Santa stood on our balcony, a sack slung over his shoulder. “Ho, ho—” he chuckled, then cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good evening.” “Who's that?” Mama's voice came from behind me. She appeared at my side—Oluchi right behind her. “Look!” Oluchi clapped. “It's Santa.” “Oh! Santa?” Mama exclaimed, surprised laughter spilling out of her. The man smiled politely, reaching into his sack. “These are for you,” he said, handing each of them a big box. Mama accepted the gift, still amused, still surprised. “Ah, thank you. This is unexpected.”

Tiny Fae stretched her hands high, falling to reach the ledger she wanted, even standing on a stool. “Seems like you need help?” Santa asked, from the couch, his eyes lingering too long at her bubble size butt. He had Little Missy on his chest, sucking away on his titties and yet, he wanted Tiny Fae. Tiny Fae blushed hard as her pussy clenched. Santa’s deep voice was everything. He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome.

" Look, I know about it because I felt it ." " What ?" " Chill. I made a guess which turned out to be true." Isla said and winked. " Christmas is coming." She said and I smiled. " Already got my stockings ready for Santa Claus." Isla said and I was forced to laugh. " Jeez , you believe in that crazy myth, Isla you're too old for that." " Come on , Santa isn't a myth." " I get it , you're trying to pull my legs." I said as we laughed.

It looked like René was the only one who was interested in solving the mystery. René knew that he had caused a disturbance in the cafeteria, and he sincerely apologized to the people there. He was a lecturer there, so he had to save his reputation. “Sorry,” finally Alain squeaked a little. There seemed to be a hint of regret in his eyes. René stopped apologizing to the people and turned to his student. The older one tried to calm himself down before speaking again, “I once asked whether you have a sister named Park Ah Reum or not, and you said that you haven't. I’m also sure that I don’t have a brother whose face is very similar to mine. If so, then I guess that we both are... the reincarnat

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

Eighteen Years Ago - Age Eight I was entirely too old to believe in this sort of thing. Even all the kids at school in my class were saying there was no such thing as Santa Claus. How could a guy only come out once a year, on a flying sleigh, and give gifts to every kid in the world? Come on! Though I didn't tell anyone, not even Daddy, I wrote a letter to Santa one last time, just in case. I had even talked Daddy into taking me to the Concord Mall to see him. Because if Santa was real, he may be my only hope.