" Ho Ho Ho! Very good., now tell dear ol' Santa Claus what you want for Christmas. I'll be sure you'll have it under your tree waiting for you when you wake up "
Santa put his hand on the pokemons thigh. His warm smile glowing as he looked towards Flint.
" Merry Christmas young man. Have you been a good boy this year? "
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. . . Shit. Ears perking up. It's so good to be true.
. . . Doubtful, he took the first step. He must be joking, right?
Another. No stopping him, it seemed. Was it true?
And another. . . Knees against his.
Rising up on him. Straddling on his knee.
Wow. . .
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Usually you have to go to bed early for Santa to deliver your presents. However does that rule still apply when Santa is under your sheets deep throating your thick cock?