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Snowflakes cling to my eyelashes to witness what’s about to unfold. It’s Christmastime after all—for the naughty and nice. Some like to give; others like to receive. As for me, I intend to do both at the same time. 

Glancing toward the North Star, there’s still no sign of the merry man, even though I hear sleigh bells. My muffed ears must be playing with me. 

I’m peeking around the corner of a dark alley, shivering and naked underneath the crimson coat with my nipples standing frozen at attention. Surely, if I dare pinch one, it will fall off; and so hidden from the tattletale moonlight, I indulge my fingers elsewhere.

I ponder, Why do I do this thing I’m about to do? Maybe for the notoriety. I loosen my belt. Yes, that’s it—attention on me, for once.  

In the distance, a massive silhouette steals me from my thoughts. Reluctantly, I withdraw my fingers from their warm cocoon to retrieve the list from my pocket and check it twice. I hope this beast of a man is the right one. 

My shiny lips curl into a naughty smile. It’s him. I’ll call him “Yeti,” and he looks to be a yummy mouthful. 

I initiate my cock-catching catwalk, subtly veering toward his side of the cobblestone walk. My fingers leave wet spots as they curl around the coat’s lapel, and my heart pitter-patters beneath breasts so rosy they incite envy in Santa's cheeks.

I focus on each of his steps. Not yet… closer… closer… almost time… now!

Without breaking stride, I yank my left lapel to the side, flashing a breast to the messy-headed, bearded stranger. Like all men, it takes his brain a moment to catch up to his triggered dick. I smile, finally hearing his boots crunch the ice-licked snow behind me.

Now, two pairs of footprints track toward Macy’s department store. He—my steadfast horny gentleman—keeps pace as snowflakes swirl in a rapturous dance around us. I sharply inhale. Sex is in the air and what an olfactory delight mixed with evergreen and Christmas cookies! 

I stop walking when I reach the window display of bedazzled mannequins. As I ponder how to rearrange them in salacious positions, three men approach from behind—bad boys—and the big one still sports the scent of a woman’s cunt on the red hairs adorning his chin. I’ll call him “Red” and the other two “My Pretties” for their flawless skin and hair. They are last-minute shopping for their faithful wives to attempt to make up for a year of naughty fuckery. 

When they are within close sight of me, I exhale to nudge the wind to comply. A strong gust spirals around me, and the split in the back of my coat flutters upward and apart to reveal my perfect snowglobes. I can almost hear the zippers bursting in their pants, and my clit buzzes in anticipation of what’s to come.

For those keeping count, five pairs of feet dent the snow as I head north and retrieve my list once again. Hmmm, I think this will be the last one; although, I sense he’s feeling repentant this Christmas. 

I decide to seduce this next gentleman while seated on a nearby bench and leave my followers to chill their hot asses on an adjacent snowbank. 

Here he comes—last, but far from least. So handsome that I want to lick his face. Instead, I open my lapels, revealing a noose around my nipples, holding tiny golden bells. I shimmy my shoulders, and a soft jingle jingle jingle reaches his ears. 

Oh goodness, Handsome hesitates. Not one to be denied, I part my coat below the belt, splay my legs, swipe at the icy glaze of wetness coating my inner thighs, and soon he’s Christmas pudding in my palms. 

The winter sky starts spitting snow with abandon, signaling it’s time to go, and six pairs of boots stomp toward a clump of trees obscuring a secret from passersby. You might not have known, but the Mrs. has her own she-sleigh, complete with a retractable top, heated seats, hot toddies, peppermint sticks, and a fuzzy kitten. 

We all climb inside, and holiday joy spreads as fast as my legs. By the time we reach my home, our crotches are warm, and multiple orifices taste of peppermint. 

Clothes fly and the Pretties toss me onto the bed. They fight over my pussy until Red shoves them away. He wishes to take control, so I ever so gently take hold of his balls and then apply enough pressure to remind him I’m in charge. He resists, so two of my fingers maneuver then plunge inside his asshole. His eyes roll upward into his sockets, and he’s under my spell once more. 

As expected, Yeti is long-limbed. His member grows from the dense patch of springy curls. He doesn’t make me wait long before wrecking my most delicate bits. 

I swoon as Handsome is filled with romantic notions and kneels at my head. He gently bows to kiss me while his fingers jingle the bells dangling from my nipples. His tongue tastes of hot chocolate. 

The mattress depresses, and I see the Pretties are back after enjoying some frotting. Quickly, I become entangled in appendages. Six strangers bound by shared ecstasy. Each with his naughty specialties and—.

“Ho, Ho—” Santa catches his belly mid-bounce while his bearded chin drops to the crevice between his fatty manboobs. 

Fuck, he’s back early! I unstick my mouth from a cock, but leave the one snuggling deeper inside my ass. “Honey, I can explain…”

With a face cherry red, Santa jabs at the air with his plump finger pointing at me. “You stole my naughty list!”

But there’s no denying… there’s five men a-panting, four tongues a-dancing, three buried fingers, two cocks a-fucking, and a slutty wife with a pussy stuffed with candy canes.

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