Santa gets onto the bed and straddles my body just below my breasts. He leans forward, reaching for my wrists. He smells of cocoa butter and musk and I can’t help myself. Sticking my tongue out and slightly lifting my head, I lick around his navel. The chesty moan he gives urges me on. I lick and nibble at his taunt skin as he cuffs my wrists. My boobs block me from moving lower and getting to that smooth skin just above his dick. Why does he still have these damn jeans on?
“Your dick.”
“What about it?”
“I want it between my breasts and in my mouth.”
“Do you?”
“I do.”
“Hmm. Pull your arms forward.”
As he commanded, I pull my arms forward but am stopped. He’s hooked the cuffs to something to keep my hands above my head. Having an hour of setup time before I arrived, Santa must have put something under the headboard or mattress just for this.
“Perfect,” he says. “As for your request, you’ll get that if you are a good slut for through this for me. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I mean, Santa.”
He bites his bottom lip. “Santa Daddy is good.”
In my head, I remix the song. Santa Daddy, please stick your dick between my titties… for me. I’ll be a really good girl, Santa Daddy. So, stick your dick between my titties right now.
