Once upon a time, in a quaint little town, Lived a woman named Jodi, who wore a scandalous crown. All year long, she was naughty, wild and free, But as Christmas approached, she yearned to change her spree.

She’d heard of Santa’s list, both naughty and nice, And she longed to be added, to pay any price. So, she adorned her home, with care and delight, Leaving out cookies, milk, and her own black night.

She whispered to the night, “Santa, I’m ready, To prove I’ve changed my ways, that I’m not shifty. Take a seat by the fire, let me show you my worth, A sweet little gift, a sensual rebirth.”

Jodi danced and swayed, as she pulled down his pants, And took him in her mouth, giving him erotic glances. She pleasured him gently, and with a devious grin, She whispered naughty thoughts, her words like a sin.

But as Santa climaxed, with a merry ho ho ho, He saw in Jodi’s heart, a different kind of show. She wasn’t looking for love, or a new start, Just a quick, hot thrill, to tear her world apart.

So, Jodi remained naughty, but she learned a lesson, That Christmas desires, are often just a suggestion. She still craved for the toys, that made her feel good, But now she knew pleasure, wasn’t just about being lewd.

And as for Santa, he flew back to his sleigh, Laughing at Jodi’s attempts, at the end of the day. For he knew that in life, we must always be true, And that’s the truest thing, that a Christmas can do.

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