We were having fun on Christmas Eve. I was oblivious to all, except twinkling fairy lights, and my wife wrapped around my plunging rod.

There's a sudden groan from Santa. His trousers are down, as his turgid cane waits it's turn. For a jolly big guy, he has a cute arse.

Quick as a flash, I am in him balls deep. It won't take me long, he clenches me tight. His fiery rod is jerking with glee.

My balls all-a-jingle, I'm gripping him tight. With a Merry Christmas, we empty our sacs.