Upon a sleigh bed in wintry north I came to rest. With elves all in their beds and the jolly old man away. On the naughty list I stay because I can not stay away from her curves and sweet delights. I make my trek once each year. And at her door I do appear. Dressed in my merry best though soon I will undress.

She welcomes me into her bed warm and cozy, past the workshop and presents stacked. No toys tonight will she be needing for upon jollies I’ll be feeding.  Joined under mistletoe, our lips will meet and juices flow. Her cheeks red with rosy glow, hair silver like tinsel. 

She beckons me with her finger as she lays upon the bed like a sleigh. She reaches for my zipper, to unwrap the package I came to give. 
Oh! Oh! Oh! Is this for me? 
Hard wood to put beneath her festive tree. Her breast bared, her body my festive feast. I go to dive right in but her fingers she puts beneath my chin.
Slow down Lover, we have all night. Santa won’t be back until morning light.

Our lips meet and tongues collide, my hands travel down her sides, plump and round with much delight. I plan to enjoy throughout the night this round mistress of merriment. Her breasts, round and full, they shake like bowls of jelly, topped with sugar plums nipples, dancing before my eyes. I plan to fill my stocking and her with care for in the morning Mr. Nicholas would be there. 

I set to my task with relish and joy, for there was nothing the matter. Make a mess of her, any inhibitions she did shatter.  There was no option she would not consider, it was our pleasure to unpack. In a bed shaped like a sleigh aka our sexy sleigh sack. 

Between her legs I did feast. Raised hips she did thrust. With every swipe of my tongue to meet. Like the wise men from the east, I followed her hidden star. Mutual desire and trust we shared. Every moan a call through the foggy night guiding me with her shining light. 

“Give me your pretty package lover of mine! On this night before day divine!”

I kneeled with my cock at attention, my package wrapped. To dip into this wet winterland, to deliver satisfaction. Over the hills and into valleys her jingle bells I’ll rock. Taking her thick thighs in hand, I send my package inside her. On Dasher, on Dancer, on her face and her tits. It will be a white Christmas once I pull out of her split.

Spread far and wide, let me guide you on this sleigh ride into ecstasy. No silent night for screams will fill the air. Of pleasure and delight  Can you hear what I hear?  Oh God, Oh God, calling to angels on high. As her orgasm comes nigh.  Here cums Mrs. Claus. Here cums Mrs. Claus. Cumming on my thick candy cane.

Faster and faster over her hills of snow. Down her chimney quick, quick, quick, then slow, slow, slow. Moving my body to hers to fill her up so. Baby it’s cold outside but it’s hot in her.  Let it snow, let it show. We have all night. Oh what a night.
Give me my present she shouts as my peppermint stick she licks.  I am ready to explode, A jack in the box, a new bike under the tree. It’s that best present that you give to me.  I explode, a winter storm of white. Cuming and cuming all through the night.

In the morning light, after the packages are all unwrapped, I return from the land of north pole pleasures. Another night of Mrs. Claus ho ho ho. Felt so good and so right.  And for one and all it was a good night; riding in a sleigh bed. 

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