| Author: | T.T. Royalle | ISBN: | 9781301952656 |
| Publisher: | T.T. Royalle | Publication: | December 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | T.T. Royalle |
| ISBN: | 9781301952656 |
| Publisher: | T.T. Royalle |
| Publication: | December 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Emma promises her son that Santa will come - little does she know just how much. She spends a fun filled Christmas Eve with the jolly man in the red suit, as he pleasures her (and himself) time after time. She never knew just how much she could take, until she met Santa! She'll never doubt he's real after this!
Excerpt:
“How about you come and sit on my lap, you can whisper your own wishes to me like you did when you were a girl…” he motioned her over. “I’ll do my best to make them come true.”
Emma giggled at the absurdity of the situation and made her way to sit across Santa’s lap. Her legs curled neatly over the side of the chair and she nestled into the groove created by his slightly spread thighs. She rested her head on his shoulder and inhaled Santa’s scent – a musky, cinnamony odour.
“Well, Emma? What do you wish for this year?” he whispered softly into her ear.
“Oh Santa, I wish for a new car – that would be my wildest wish” she grinned, and rattled off a short list of inane items.. “And I wish I weren’t so alone – but I know that’s an impossible wish. I have my son, but it’s not the same. I miss having an adult relationship – and that includes the physical intimacy. I can only do so much by myself!”
“I can do a little something about that” Santa smiled back, “And you did promise your son that I’d come tonight…”
Emma could feel a firm bulge begin to grow in Santa’s pants, pressing against the side of her ass. She squirmed a little, snuggling closer to him. She had promised…
“Have you been naughty or nice this year Emma?”
“Oh, I’m a nice girl Santa, I really am!” she giggled, playing along “When I was little I’d get a candy cane if I was a good girl – do I get a candy cane?”
“You’re going to get the best candy cane you’ve ever had, I guarantee that!” Santa’s deep voice was teasing. “I warn you, it’s pretty big so you might not be able to have it all at once!”
“Ooooh Santa!” Emma simpered, “I do like the sound of that!”
Emma promises her son that Santa will come - little does she know just how much. She spends a fun filled Christmas Eve with the jolly man in the red suit, as he pleasures her (and himself) time after time. She never knew just how much she could take, until she met Santa! She'll never doubt he's real after this!
Excerpt:
“How about you come and sit on my lap, you can whisper your own wishes to me like you did when you were a girl…” he motioned her over. “I’ll do my best to make them come true.”
Emma giggled at the absurdity of the situation and made her way to sit across Santa’s lap. Her legs curled neatly over the side of the chair and she nestled into the groove created by his slightly spread thighs. She rested her head on his shoulder and inhaled Santa’s scent – a musky, cinnamony odour.
“Well, Emma? What do you wish for this year?” he whispered softly into her ear.
“Oh Santa, I wish for a new car – that would be my wildest wish” she grinned, and rattled off a short list of inane items.. “And I wish I weren’t so alone – but I know that’s an impossible wish. I have my son, but it’s not the same. I miss having an adult relationship – and that includes the physical intimacy. I can only do so much by myself!”
“I can do a little something about that” Santa smiled back, “And you did promise your son that I’d come tonight…”
Emma could feel a firm bulge begin to grow in Santa’s pants, pressing against the side of her ass. She squirmed a little, snuggling closer to him. She had promised…
“Have you been naughty or nice this year Emma?”
“Oh, I’m a nice girl Santa, I really am!” she giggled, playing along “When I was little I’d get a candy cane if I was a good girl – do I get a candy cane?”
“You’re going to get the best candy cane you’ve ever had, I guarantee that!” Santa’s deep voice was teasing. “I warn you, it’s pretty big so you might not be able to have it all at once!”
“Ooooh Santa!” Emma simpered, “I do like the sound of that!”
