It turns out Santa uses that naughty list for more than just delivering coal; he uses the names of those naughty girls to get a little side action while he’s away from Mrs. Claus.

Over in Australia, the first name on his list was Isabella. She had shoulder-length, curly brown hair, very pale skin, and a great little ass. Isabella was what some might call a "butt slut," as her love for anal sex topped all of her other sexual needs. Any and all shapes and sizes were more than welcome to bend her forward and pump her butthole.

Isabella was just getting ready for bed when Santa made his sudden appearance, his cock already in hand. He didn't waste a moment, propping her ass up in the air and stepping up behind her. He slipped his thick cock deep inside her asshole, took a handful of her hair, and fucked her with a primal intensity. With a jolly "HO, HO, HO!" Santa pumped her well-used shitbox full of his magical seed.

Santa's next stop brought him to Japan, where Taoya was on his list. Taoya was a busty woman known for her extensive sexual exploits, particularly with older men, and she had a specific, insatiable fancy for having multiple men shoot cum onto her face.

When Santa arrived, she had just finished with a group of older men who had thoroughly used her pussy before leaving their marks across her face. As she stood in her bedroom, preparing to clean up, Santa wiggled his nose and materialized right beside her.

He didn't let her reach for the towel. Instead, Santa moved in and positioned himself between her beautiful, olive-skinned thighs. He pumped his cock deep inside her, relishing the sloppiness of her well-worked pussy. When he felt his own climax nearing, he pulled out and delivered a heavy load across her face, adding a fresh layer to her night's rewards. A quick kiss on her cum-covered forehead and a wink, he was gone, heading back to his sleigh to continue his worldwide route.

Santa’s sleigh now crossed the Mediterranean, the reindeer’s hooves sparking against the night sky as they descended toward Africa. The next name on his list, Asha.

Asha was a vision of elegance and mischief. She had long, flowing black hair that reached the small of her back, firm breasts that sat high on her chest, and endless legs that led up to a tight, sweet little ass. Santa knew she hadn't been an angel this year, and he had a particular set of "gifts" for her.

He materialized in her room, the air with the scent of jasmine. Instead of a toy sack, he produced a kit of needles and jewelry. The "sadistic, fat fuck," side of himself came out in these moments, and he took his time. He relished as he slowly and methodically pushed the needles through her tongue and then her nipples.

He didn't stop there. Lower, he expertly pierced her labia multiple times, the jewelry glinting against her dark skin. To finish the visit, he delivered a stinging swat to her backside. As his hand pulled away, a magical brand remained behind—a tattoo across her cheeks that clearly labeled her as a "Toy Box."

A quick test of the new tongue piercing, he deposited a candy cane-flavored load in her mouth. Then he was off once again.

The sleigh shot north across the Mediterranean and over the Alps, landing on a rain-slicked rooftop in Berlin, Germany. The name glowing on the list this time was Ingred.

Ingred was a legend in the underground scene, famous for her hardcore X-rated movies and her high-end work as a professional prostitute. She was a woman who had seen and done it all, so it took something truly "magical" to impress her.

Santa didn't bother with the chimney this time; he simply appeared in the center of her lavish, dimly lit studio. Ingred was lounging on a velvet chaise, draped in nothing but a sheer black robe, scrolling through a script for her next shoot. She didn't even flinch when the massive man in red appeared. She just looked up, a slow, professional smile spreading across her lips.

Santa let out a low, rumbling chuckle that shook his belly. "Ingred, my dear, for a girl who has spent the year selling her virtue to the highest bidder, I’ve brought a gift that money can't buy."

He stepped toward her, his heavy boots thumping on the hardwood floor. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. He knew Ingred appreciated a man who took charge. He hauled her off the chaise and pinned her against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Berlin skyline.

With her robe discarded, Santa admired the precision of her professional body before spinning her around. He treated her like the star of her own private film, driving his thick cock into her with a force that made the glass rattle. Ingred, a pro to the end, arched her back and took every inch, her moans echoing in the empty studio. When the "scene" reached its climax, Santa filled her up, leaving her a "bonus" that no producer could ever match.

Before vanishing, he left a small velvet bag on her desk—not filled with coal, but with rare, blood-red diamonds, a fitting payment for Berlin's most notorious naughty girl.

Santa glanced down at the white sands of a secluded Cuban beach and saw a stunning sight: a woman lying perfectly naked under the moonlight. "Damn," he thought, "that woman is hot!"

Looking at his watch, he knew he was running right on schedule, leaving very little time for a detour. But as he looked back down, his eyes widened. "Is that... It’s a Wonder Woman lookalike, naked on that beach!"

He couldn't resist. "Oh hell, I'll make this one ultra-quick," he muttered to himself. With a wiggle of his nose and a flash of Christmas magic, he vanished from the sleigh. He materialized on the sand, moved with supernatural speed to take his shot at his favorite superhero's pussy, and was back in his seat in the blink of an eye, the reindeer barely missing a beat.

Down on the sand, 'Wonder Woman' jumped up, her eyes darting around in confusion. "What was that!?" she yelled into the empty air.

A pained, muffled voice from above her. "I don’t know," groaned the Invisible Man, "but my asshole sure hurts!"

Santa’s journey across North America reached a peak when he touched down at the estate of Katie and her husband. This wasn't a house that expected coal or toys; they were a couple known for their bold, open lifestyle. Katie’s husband didn't just enjoy sharing his stunning wife with others; he lived for the thrill of watching her experience new heights of pleasure with other men.

When the man in red materialized in their bedroom, the air grew thick with a magical anticipation. Katie's long blonde hair, large, lactating breasts, and a perfect bubble butt that was famous among their social circles. She was more than happy to welcome the "jolly old soul" into their den of desire.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Katie sank to her knees. She reached into his iconic red suit and took his cock into her mouth, working him with a practiced, gentle rhythm.

Once he was hard and ready, Katie climbed onto the bed, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She offered him a choice: the front door or the back door. Santa, checking his internal clock, let out a low rumble. "I believe I have time for a shot in each!"

 Katie lay back, her legs spread wide to welcome him. As Santa entered her pussy, the sheer girth of him stretched her to her limits. He drove deep, his length reaching all the way to her cervix with every powerful thrust. After several minutes of intense, rhythmic pounding, Santa groaned and flooded her uterus with his magical seed. "With any luck," he whispered, "you’ll bring another elf into the world."

A quick position change followed, and Katie was soon on her hands and knees, her butt hiked high in the air with her cheeks spread wide. Santa didn't waste a second, sliding into her tight asshole until he was balls-deep. A magical wave flowed through Katie's body as she took him in, an incredible sensation that made her toes curl. His cock plowed so deep, she could feel him in her chest. 

Santa took a little extra time in Katie's asshole, enjoying it for all it was! While all of this went on, Katie's husband sat quietly, enjoying the show the two were putting on.

With one final, guttural groan, Santa deposited his second load deep inside her. He didn't linger long; with a wink to the husband and a pat on Katie's hip, he was off in a flash of silver light, heading back toward the sleigh to finish his global rounds.