The soft glow of Christmas illuminated the living room, casting a warm, festive ambiance. She sat on the sofa ,her body, a vision of desire, was adorned in red lace lingerie, the delicate fabric hugging her curves and accentuating her ample cleavage. The disappointment was palpable as she stared into the night, her husband's absence a heavy weight on her heart. His call, informing her of another late night at the office, had left her alone on this special evening. With a heavy sigh, she turned away from the window, her red-painted toes peeking out from the sheer fabric as she walked towards the bedroom. The soft carpet caressed her feet, a small comfort in the quiet house. She layed down but a sudden noise startled her. Her heart raced as she listened intently, her curiosity piqued. The house, usually so quiet, now held a mysterious presence. With cautious steps, she made her way back to the living room, her lingerie whispering against her skin with each movement. She approached the living area revealing a sight both surreal and captivating. There, amidst the presents and twinkling lights, stood Santa Claus himself. His red suit, complete with white fur trim, seemed almost magical in the soft glow. He was real, his presence filling the room with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fireplace. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she approached, her bare feet silent on the carpet. The scent of pine and something distinctly masculine filled her nostrils, arousing her senses. "You know, Santa," she purred, her voice husky with desire, "you could be my present tonight." Santa turned, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Her lingerie left little to the imagination, and her boldness took him by surprise. Without a word, she stepped closer, her hands reaching for the belt of his trousers. Her fingers trembled slightly as she undid the buckle, her touch sending a clear invitation. As his trousers fell, her breath caught at the sight of his thick, black cock, already hardening with anticipation. She dropped to her knees, her lingerie's lace brushing against her thighs. Her lips parted, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The taste of him, a mix of male musk and something uniquely Santa, sent a shiver down her spine. Her moans of pleasure vibrated against him, muffled by his size. Santa groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm. She sucked him deeper, her eyes closing as she savored the feel of him filling her mouth. Suddenly, Santa's hands gripped her shoulders, lifting her to her feet. She stood, her body flush against his, her lingerie now a mere accessory. She gasped as he bent her over, her hands bracing against the presents below.The cool air caressed her exposed skin as Santa positioned himself behind her.With a powerful thrust, he entered her, his thickness stretching her, filling her completely. She cried out, her voice echoing in the quiet room, as her body welcomed him. Her hand reached between her legs, her fingers slipping into her wetness, matching the rhythm Santa set. He gripped her thigh, lifting her leg, his penetration deepening with each stroke. "Oh, Santa," she moaned, her voice breathy, "I've been a very naughty girl." Santa's laughter rumbled deep in his chest, a sound that vibrated through her. She shivered with anticipation as he withdrew, only to guide her to straddle his lap. Her lingerie was now discarded, forgotten in the heat of the moment. She settled onto him, the sensation of being filled again, of having him deep within her, sent waves of pleasure through her body.With a final, powerful thrust, Santa pulled out, his seed spilling onto her lips. She gasped, her eyes widening at the sensation, as his essence coated her mouth. Her tongue darted out, tasting him, savoring the moment. The warm glow of the tree lights bathed them, creating a surreal, intimate atmosphere. She licked her lips, her eyes closing in satisfaction, as Santa held her close. The room, once quiet, now echoed with their heavy breathing and the soft crackle of the fireplace. The tree, a silent witness to their forbidden encounter, continued to shine, its lights reflecting in their sweat-glistened skin. In that moment, under the warm glow of the Christmas tree, she knew this would be a memory to cherish, a secret Santa gift, forever etched in her mind.