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I waited in the shadows until I saw Mrs. Claus leave for her early morning spa appointment. The second the door shut, I made my move. Santa was in his chair, his massive cock rock-hard and leaking pre-cum, clearly denied by his frigid wife. I dropped to my knees, yanking his trousers down. "Let me take care of that for you," I purred before swallowing his thick shaft to the balls, my throat constricting around his head. I slobbered all over his cock, then bent over his chair, lifting my tiny skirt to show him my bare, dripping fuckhole. He didn't need an invitation. He slammed his fat cock into my cunt, splitting me open. The rough fuck stretched my little elf pussy to its limit. He pulled out, leaving me gaping, and grabbed a candy cane from the tree. He shoved the sweet, sticky treat deep into my hole, fucking me with it until it was coated in my juices. Then he rammed his cock back in, pushing the candy cane deeper. He pounded my cunt like a piece of holiday meat until he roared, flooding my womb with a massive load of his hot, sticky Santa cum. After he was done, I slowly pulled the candy cane from my cum-filled pussy. It was glazed and dripping with his thick load. I walked right to the front of the house and left the cum-soaked candy cane right on Mrs. Claus's welcome mat. A special present, just for her.