Santa’s all alone working in his workshop when a certain hot elf comes a-knocking. She’s one of his favorites but alas, she’s on the naughty list again. But she still wants to sit on his lap and make a wish. Will it come true?

Santa, can I ask you something?

You have to be honest. I’m sitting on your lap and that’s a sacred bond, so you can’t lie.

Do you ever … have naughty thoughts yourself? It’d make me feel better if I wasn’t the only one.

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A visit from a naughty elf

'Twas the night before Christmas and at the North Pole,
The bags were now swelling with toys and hard coal.
But Santa was working, alone by himself.
Until she came a-knocking: a cute tiny elf.
She approached him quite slowly, all coy and demure.
And sat on his lap, her intentions were pure.
Then she offered her body for him to explore.
And she whispered her wish, to become his sweet whore
He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t resist.
She was naked before him; her nipples he kissed.
She squealed with delight, what she wanted so much:
His tongue and his hands! She moaned at his touch...
He licked her and groped her, desire growing firm.
But she wanted more, she wanted his sperm.
He tried to hold out, but he could not deny.
His urge was too great, he unzipped with a sigh.
She gasped at the sight of Santa’s great cock
It towered before her and was hard as a rock.
She trembled with fear so he cradled her head.
He spread her legs gently and faintly, he said:
“I’ll wait ‘til you’re ready and stroke you ‘til then.
I’ll pleasure you softly, until you say ‘when’.”
Her passion was building, he made her so wet.
Her body was burning, all covered in sweat.
She could take it no more saying, “I don’t know how,
But I need you to grab me and fuck me right now.”
He laid her back down and positioned himself,
Before her wet pussy, to fuck this hot elf.
He started quite slowly to build up her trust.
And now she was ready for Santa to thrust.
He plowed her with fervor, she quivered with joy.
She felt intense rapture to be Santa’s fuck toy.
His libido was building, he tried to delay.
But she wanted him now and had this bit to say:
“I’ve wanted your cock. You’ve made my heart hum.
I’ve loved all of this fucking. Now give me your cum!”
He came in her hard, wholly filling her frame.
So hard was his climax, that she also came.
They lay panting and sweating and feeling the glow.
The hotness of sex, that no one could know.
A secret they shared, a tryst in December.
One thing was for sure, ‘twas a night they’d remember.