A night a year is all what Santa Claus asks Mrs.Claus for doing his things. However, every year he has to suffer her annoyance and reproofs when this night comes and he is getting himself ready to go out. Said night is a very important night for him, because he delivers all around the world the year of labor made by his enterprise’s Elfs; and the only he demands is a bit of respect and understanding to what makes him happy.

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All in all, in spite of the bad mood he goes out his home with, this becomes joy when the task starts. Home by home he goes following the magical routine as ever, leaving the gifts and taking the milk and the cookies, they left him in gratitude.

 

When he approximates Norway, he descends by The Mustard’s chimney where live: Dad, Mum, Erika and Magnus. The house is a big house; two floors, four rooms, three bathrooms, a big kitchen, garage and a big living&dining room where all the Christmas decoration and the tree is placed in a very beautiful way.

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Santa starts to take out the gifts from his bag and goes leaving all of them under the tree. Suddenly, he is alerted by the unexpected presence of a young girl.

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 - Hi Santa! how long has it been since last time you fucked out of home? - She asks him seductively.

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The girl stands in front of Santa, she wears a beautiful and sexy pyjama and she looks very attractive. She has a stunning body, has big tits and she is very pretty. She is blond and she has long wavy hair, it decorated with a red ribbon tied with a beautiful bow at the top. She is illuminated by the full moon light which is reflected on the snow and comes through the window, it giving her a mystic grace that gets her seemed to be an illusion.

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 - Ho, ho, ho! You, pretty girl. You should be in bed. - Santa answers with his eyes 10 inches out of its caves and his heart beating with mambo rhythm.

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The young girl approaches Santa to open his button fly and she takes out his cock. He is shocked by the girl’s attitude. Besides, the echo of her question remains on his mind; and Santa being not able to light up an answer yet, she starts eating his Christmas sweet stick.

 

Santa is an old man, but he is full of energy, and his tiny and sleepy dick becomes big and hard like one’s of 20 as the young girl swallows it until the bottom of her throat. She enjoys making it growing and growing and choking herself with it; so, the small tail of Santa becomes a fantastic big veined banana as the young girl groans without stopping, she sucking and feeling her mouth small for such a piece of flesh.

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 - Ho, ho, ho! Come on pretty girl! Let’s go to that couch of there. - Santa says with the best boner of his last 40 years between his legs.

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The room is in black and silver and the couple go hand in hand to the couch. Santa still has work to do, but he solves it by sending a message to one of his assistants so that he helps him doing some deliveries for him.

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 - Ho, ho, ho! Come on Erika! Keep doing the same that you were doing before. - Santa says, with his pants taken down, once already he is seated in the couch. 

 

 - Oh, no Santa! - She says taking out her pyjama. - I’m not Erika. I’m Magnus, although now I prefer being called Serendipity. - And she makes emerge from the deep of her crotch, a limp dong with the size of a daikon that starts growing as she strokes it.  

 

 - Ho, ho, ho! Then, that’s explain why you didn’t like to play with the gifts I gave you. I think I must fire somebody. - Santa says with two vivid red spots on his cheeks due to shame. - I apologize to you, I had wrong information. - 

 

 - Yes Santa! But, forget about it; I just wanted you knew it. And from now on gift me 34DD bras, please! - Serendipity full of trust replies him, she making closer her cock to Santa’s mouth in order to he starts sucking it.

 

Santa, who never refuses if it´s about something for bringing to the mouth, eats up the sturdy shaft of the young Serendipity. Her boner is beautiful, it making delights for Santa, who was already starting to feeling a bit stuffed because of so many cookies and he craved another thing, just for varying a little.

 

Serendipity, by her part, enjoys entangling her fingers at the long hair of Santa, just in the base of his head and pushing him deeper against his cock. She realized how soft his hair was. It seemed to her like a blend of velvet and silk; and it gathered in a tail, it was making Santa as attractive as a real white hair Adonis and it causes her a great fascination.

 

Moans and gags built a castle of passion where they both started to live apart from the rest of the world to free their sexual desires. The spit garlands hanging from Santa’s white beard; the frenzy is dominating them and it makes them jump all their self-containment barriers. Serendipity, burning in pleasure, pushes Santa to chokes himself with her block of flesh, and Santa, hot like a match just lighted, enjoys his choking as he feels Serendipity crazy of pleasure by what he is doing her and by to see himself doing it too.

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They both are desiring each other, and full they both of oral pleasure, Serendipity shows Santa the point to where he has to run all his aim with his little bald elf. She sets herself on her knees with her arms resting on the back of the couch in front of Santa, she leaving well at sight the beautiful black round which she wants he pierces; and Santa, who is not Santa just only for having white hair and a gorgeous belly, receives the assistance by a small bright winged fairy, who burdened with a bottle of lube, descends by the chimney sounding little bells as she flaps the wings. Santa smears a bit in the Serendipity’s asshole and with a determined and certain thrust, he introduces his cock into, it making Serendipity bursts in pleasure and to moan burningly.

 

It’s Christmas already, and in many parts of the world, Santa’s work starts to give its good fruits; as good as they are now, once Santa is toiling Le petite orifice of the young girl and he can’t even remember how he got here. He is an old man, but his vigor and strength are huge; moans and quivers of Serendipity are proof of it. They both have great boners and Santa, besides fuck her, strokes her cock with his hands to give her more pleasure.

 

They kiss with ardor and Serendipity gets her fingers into Santa’s warm mouth so that he suck them. She enjoys his beats and spurs him to not save a thing inside. She wants to receive all what he want to give her; but she either doesn´t like it be soft; she likes it hard, fast and rude like a cannon shot in the very ass.

 

The couple is completely synchronized and their movements are like a dance performed by two splendid dancers. Thus, Santa’s pleasure reaches his highest point and he takes out his dong from Serendipity’s stunning booty, and throws his cum over her buttocks and her back at the same time that Serendipity’s cock pumps as well its warm juice, it filling the room with deep moans from the flames of the two lovers.

 

It’s time of joy, of sharing, of loving, of being a good people, of smiling and also crying if it necessary. The axle of our thrills and deeds makes us wheeling with its lowest pace of the year for giving a chance of fix those things that were done wrong, it were wanting or unintentionally, when it wheels with a higher pace. And Santa’s watch needles keep wheeling as they usually do, so that each time he has less time to finish his work and come back home; it awaking inside of him a hurry which until now was sleeping.

 

Serendipity and Santa already dressed, each one with their corresponding clothes, go to the fire place to say good bye; although first, Serendipity can’t resist herself to put on Santa’s hat and they both laugh.

 

 - Ho, ho, ho! You look nice, pretty girl! You can have it. - Says Santa as he finishes to pick his things up and placing the rest of the still-not-placed gifts. 

 

 - Thanks Santa! I love it! You will come back next year, won´t you? - Serendipity asks tenderly. 

 

 - Ho, ho, ho! Well...pretty girl... you know... just if you have been a good girl all the year. - Santa answers taking out another hat from his bag for himself. - Merry Christmas pretty girl!! Ho, ho, ho! ... - Santa said goodbye before going out like a thunder, upward by the chimney, to get his sleigh and go on with his work while Serendipity is waving, stood at the window, and watches how Rudolph leads the vehicle flying to another place. 

 

In the morning, Santa arrives home tired, only intending to get into the bed. The night has been magical as it had to be, and his rest is well deserved. However, at home reality is raw and Mrs. Claus is still angry and by the moment she is not talking to Santa. She has even opened the bedroom window when she stood up in spite of, she knew the room would get cold and, now it’s chill there. They both argue about this matter and Santa gives up when his wife argues that she opened just in case he wanted to come in through the window. He closes it, but the temperature is too much low and it makes Santa sneeze several times when he puts on his pyjama.

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Finally, he comes into the bed and when he gets heat up, he falls asleep while the world opens the gifts he has brought them and the happiness is breathed at homes.

 

It’s true that not always is received what is wanted and it may upset; but poor Santa, he just tries to bring a little of joy to each home, and to top it all off, he has to suffer the long face from his wife.