—*ALISON*—

Santa’s lips crash against mine, and I kiss him back just as desperately, my fingers tangling in the white hair at the nape of his neck.

Our breaths mingle as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I feel it—his cock swelling thicker, harder inside my pussy, stretching my inner walls even more.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his pupils dilated.

"You naughty girl," he growls, his voice husky and rough. "You’ve got Santa all riled up."

I bite my lip, grinning up ...