‘Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa was due, Allison stirred, with a naughty little clue. She crept through the house, silent as can be, Until she spied the old man underneath the tree.

Ho ho ho, a scantily clad vision in red, Allison’s barely-there nightie barely covered her head. She tossed her panties at the jolly old soul, Gasping as he jumped, eyes wide at her exposed role.

Santa beheld the bad girl, all teeth and tongue, Sticking her finger in her mouth, into that pretty honey-tongue. He couldn’t resist the temptation, the urge to play, To take this little blonde slut and fuck her the whole night away.

With an animalistic grunt, Santa pulled out his dick, Hard as steel and ready, his pants unzipped quick. He grabbed Allison’s hips and shoved her to the floor, Fucking her like a ragdoll, his cock plundering her core.

All night long, the sleigh sat idle, unsprung, As Santa ravished Allison, her cries echoing, her body thronged. No other gifts were delivered that Christmas Eve, As the old man’s lust took priority, his cock in relentless reprieve.

When morning broke, Allison lay spent and sated, Santa’s cum oozing from her, their combined fluids no longer abated. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, For she’d gotten her Christmas present, and it was clear she’d fly high.