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Claire Westwood
Santa's Cumming (Christmas Erotica, Santa, BBW)
Santa's Cumming (Christmas Erotica, Santa, BBW)
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<h2>”I think someone fancies herself to be Santa's little whore...”</h2>
When Karen is forced to make a last-minute run to the shopping mall, only days before Christmas, she thinks it will be one of the worst experiences of her life. But when she catches a glimpse into the back tent of Santa's Playland, she begins to change her mind. Not only is the mall Santa young and attractive, but he's currently shirtless!
Trying to get a better view, Karen inadvertently falls into the back tent, making her presence known. But when the mall Santa lifts her back to her feet, this curvy girl finds herself making the impulsive move – fucking Santa in the tent, right in the middle of the mall!
Karen's been a bad girl this year, and she clearly needs punishment. But Santa has something in his pants for her, and it certainly isn't coal. Will this round, voluptuous woman get the white Christmas that she so desires?
<b>Warning: This 4,000-word story contains scenes of steamy winter sex between a young woman and Santa, and is intended for mature audiences only.</b>
<h2>Excerpt:</h2>
<i>As I peered in, my jaw dropped open.
The mall Santa was standing in the back area – his beard was off, and I spotted a large pillow sitting at his feet. Without the hat or beard, he was actually very attractive – I estimated that he was in his early twenties. His coat was hanging open as well, and I could see the rippling of a set of washboard abs inside!
I leaned forward, further into the back area, trying to get a better view. The mall Santa picked up a bottle of water, and as he poured it down his throat, I saw some of it spill over his bare chest, leaving droplets of glistening water on his pecs and abdominal muscles.
God, he was gorgeous! I felt an unusual tingle in between my legs – I was reminded of how long it had last been since I'd experienced any personal contact at all, much less had a man spend the night with me. I had immersed myself in work, only occasionally laying down in the shower and running my flexible shower head over my pussy until I orgasmed. My releases were more for relief than for any sense of true fulfillment, however. Between work, work, and more work to pay off my student loans, I hadn't had time for dating.
Finishing the last few gulps of the bottle of water, the man in the Santa suit moved over to toss away his empty bottle. I tried to shift along with him, so that I could keep him in my sights, but suddenly felt something tangling beneath my legs. I tried to regain my balance, but it was too late. With a sudden yell of dismay, I tumbled forward over the plastic fence, landing squarely on my back inside the curtained-off back section of Santa's Playland...</i>
When Karen is forced to make a last-minute run to the shopping mall, only days before Christmas, she thinks it will be one of the worst experiences of her life. But when she catches a glimpse into the back tent of Santa's Playland, she begins to change her mind. Not only is the mall Santa young and attractive, but he's currently shirtless!
Trying to get a better view, Karen inadvertently falls into the back tent, making her presence known. But when the mall Santa lifts her back to her feet, this curvy girl finds herself making the impulsive move – fucking Santa in the tent, right in the middle of the mall!
Karen's been a bad girl this year, and she clearly needs punishment. But Santa has something in his pants for her, and it certainly isn't coal. Will this round, voluptuous woman get the white Christmas that she so desires?
<b>Warning: This 4,000-word story contains scenes of steamy winter sex between a young woman and Santa, and is intended for mature audiences only.</b>
<h2>Excerpt:</h2>
<i>As I peered in, my jaw dropped open.
The mall Santa was standing in the back area – his beard was off, and I spotted a large pillow sitting at his feet. Without the hat or beard, he was actually very attractive – I estimated that he was in his early twenties. His coat was hanging open as well, and I could see the rippling of a set of washboard abs inside!
I leaned forward, further into the back area, trying to get a better view. The mall Santa picked up a bottle of water, and as he poured it down his throat, I saw some of it spill over his bare chest, leaving droplets of glistening water on his pecs and abdominal muscles.
God, he was gorgeous! I felt an unusual tingle in between my legs – I was reminded of how long it had last been since I'd experienced any personal contact at all, much less had a man spend the night with me. I had immersed myself in work, only occasionally laying down in the shower and running my flexible shower head over my pussy until I orgasmed. My releases were more for relief than for any sense of true fulfillment, however. Between work, work, and more work to pay off my student loans, I hadn't had time for dating.
Finishing the last few gulps of the bottle of water, the man in the Santa suit moved over to toss away his empty bottle. I tried to shift along with him, so that I could keep him in my sights, but suddenly felt something tangling beneath my legs. I tried to regain my balance, but it was too late. With a sudden yell of dismay, I tumbled forward over the plastic fence, landing squarely on my back inside the curtained-off back section of Santa's Playland...</i>
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