I know it is late for Christmas. But fuck it, let's be jolly more often.

The holidays are one of the most lonely times of the year for single people and people in unhappy relationships. The population of.this small town was no different. Single and unhappy women took to the well known dating apps to find something to curb that feeling.

Swiping left far more often that right, until a profile came along that read:

"Ho, Ho, Ho. You've come across Tinder Santa. I'm a 6ft 4in, with a sack full of gifts for you. Sit on my lap and tell me what you really want for Christmas."

It was simple, short, and left the floor open for those daring to swipe right.

The pictures left more to the imagination. A fire engine red satin Santa Jacket, with the white fur lining the hems. The pants matching the theme, with a plump outline of.his bitchbreaker of a cock. The head a profound, thick mushroom shape that pressed against the soft fabric. A girthy shaft, abstractly covered in strong veins that led to the base, where his heavy, smooth sack hung freely between his legs.

Keeping his face a complete mystery, the hat sitting atop his head finished the ensemble. The white fur surrounding the rim, red sating and a huge white ball on the end, hanging heavily.

While it seemed like more of a meme page, a few women had already tested it out. The results could be seen late at night, almost always after midnight, in the windows of the women brave enough to try.

Ms. Sanderson was the first to try. A divorced woman, who's husband left her for a younger woman. She was in her late 40's. Her hair was long and brunette, tits were fake, and ass was plump. She was quickly put tits first against her bedroom window, curtains open for any late-night passerby to see. Her hair jerked back, tits firmly against the cold window pane, back arched taking thrust after thrust from the back. The culprit? Only a red suit could be seen.

The second? Mrs. Elkens. Unhappily Married mother of 3 kids. She could be seen sneaking out of her front door around 2am, slurping down the enormous meat of this Tinder Santa in the driveway. The red suit and hat on full display as his hefty balls swayed freely against her chin with each thrust into her throat.

Who would be next? What would they want for Christmas.

This is where you come in. I left it a bit open to be able to form a solid story around who your character is, and what she may be looking for.

I play on multiple platforms. Reach out with the one you're most comfortable with.

Everyone in this prompt will be 18 years or older!

Kink list: Not all incompassing; anal, rimming(giving and receiving) sloppy blowjobs, eating pussy, teasing, cheating, nibbling, biting, spanking, choking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, video, big dicks, sloppy pussy eating, hair pulling, gentle slapping, light BDSM. I'm open to adding more!

Limits: Scat, Blood, Bathroom play.