A Cold Night with Hot Santa: The Story of Mrs. Claus by Sloane Peterson

Author:Sloane Peterson [Peterson, Sloane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-15T16:00:00+00:00

I gave sitting on Santa’s lap an entirely new meaning in those sweet, blissful moments.

I sat backwards astride him on a chair. His shirt was off, revealing the delicious plains of his musculature, and I was wearing nothing but my underwear, my body undulating, with my legs wrapped around him.

We kissed slowly. I writhed on top of him, and felt his desire growing for me. His hands were so warm against the sides of my body, gripping me so fiercely, so hungrily.

I ran my fingers over the plains of his muscle. I traced over the contours of his pecs, and danced along the intersecting lines of his six pack.

His breathing grew harder, as did his South Pole…

He kissed my neck. I shuddered in his arms, easing my pelvis down further against him. He said words that no Santa Claus should say, and I will not bother to repeat them here.

He slid the straps of my bra down along my arms. He cupped my naked breasts in both of his hands, stimulating the nipples.

He pressed his mouth against me.

His tongue rolled in slow, gentle circles, his beard bristling against my soft skin.

I rolled my head back and sighed, my eyes rolling back, as the pleasure soared through me.

“This is so, so naughty,” I sighed, running my fingers back through his silver hair.

“Not as naughty as this,” he said. And with one tender stroke he reached down, and slid his hand into my panties.

And ho, ho, HO!, did that get my attention…

He carried me over to the bed, and slid my panties down to my ankles, letting them fall at last to the floor.

He brought his lips down between my open legs, his beard bristling against my thighs. The heat of his breath felt immaculate against my burning flesh, and still more the glorious melting of his lips up against me, kissing me softly, yet so hungrily as the sensations flowed inside me.

His tongue circled around. He tasted and tormented me. Licking, flickering, running his warmth over all the right places, causing it to spread through my entire body.

I, too, said words that really shouldn’t be spoken in the presence of Santa Claus- not even a really sexy Santa Claus like Chris.

I shuddered, and writhed across the surface of the bed, tearing the sheets up all out of place. My legs tightened around Chris’s beautiful face, pinning him in place exactly where he was. I drew out an agonized hand, and seized a greedy handful of his sleek silver hair.

I pulled. He licked. I moaned. And then I screamed.

Harder, and deeper, and hotter the pleasure became. The muscles in his back tightened, pulsing and gorgeous in the dim moonlight shining in, accompanied by whirlwinds of snow drifting by past the frosted windows.

My own winter blizzard of orgasm came spreading through my entire body. It was hot and it was cold, it was dry and it was wet. It buried me beneath its surface, made every muscle in me tense around the origin

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