Ho! Ho! Ho! roared through the night,
As virile old Saint Nick took flight.
With a lascivious gleam in his piercing eyes,
He blazed past the moon's soft, shining skies,
Delivering pleasures for those who comply.

He crept to her door, drawn by a sound,
A soft, sultry moan that echoed around.
Inside, she was lost in her own sweet delight,
Touching herself gently, unaware of his sight.
Just as she neared that peak of pure bliss,
She didn’t hear Santa; she was lost in the kiss.

With a gasp and a shudder, she reached for the sky,
Her body convulsed as she let out a cry.
Wild waves of pleasure surged through her core,
As Santa stood frozen, his breath catching more.
He watched her climax, a sight to behold,
A vision of ecstasy, daring and bold.

Excited and aroused by the scene he had found,
His heart raced with fervour; desire unbound.
With each shuddering moan that escaped from her lips,
He felt his own hunger rise up from his hips.

“Tell Santa, dear, if you’ve been naughty or nice,”
He growled, his breath warm, his scent sweet and enticing.
“Nice is a bore; Santa, I’ve been a whore,
Aching for your thick candy cane to adore.”

“You filthy slut,” he said with a grin,
“Show me the treat that’s hidden within.”
I moaned and threw back the sheets with a flourish,
Revealing crimson stockings that climbed up my flesh,
A matching bra that could barely restrain,
And red panties drenched with my own stain.
“Your eager gift, Santa, awaits to be unwrapped.”

Ho! Ho! Ho! He couldn’t resist the feast,
My whorish lingerie—a display to say the least.
His pulsating cock sprang forth, eager to claim
My stocking-clad thighs and honeyed well—his Christmas game.

He seized my hips and bent me to his will,
Impaled me deep upon his rock-hard thrill.
Thrusting and grinding, he filled me so deep,
My body quivered as my first climax swept.

“More, Santa, more!” I screamed in sheer bliss,
As he flipped me over; his cock never did miss.
His hips thrust up; his fingers found my pearl,
And I came once again; my body did twirl.

His iron-hard rod pounded in; his heavy balls slapped,
As I shuddered and wailed—his fuck-toy entrapped.
My velvety walls clenched tight; my juices did flow,
And I gushed like a fountain all over him so.

“Fuck, you’re so snug—such a dirty wet slut,”
He groaned as he fucked me; his pace never did cut.
“Here’s your gift,” he said with a grin so wide—
“Merry Christmas to you!” as he filled me inside.

My pussy milked him; my body did quake—
Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa’s gift made every nerve wake.
Christmas lust delivered with fierce animal shake—
Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Fucking Christmas for goodness’ sake!