again.
Santa groaned. "Oh, you naughty, naughty little vixen."
Yes, she was acting naughty, wasn't she?
Just a few more strokes. A few more licks and she was certain he would unload in her mouth.
When he did, it was wave after wave of the hot creamy essence hitting her tongue. He filled her mouth until she couldn't fit anymore in, and when she let his cock free, he still spilled his juices. She stroked him, and like a fountain, the creamy white cum coated her fingers, his shaft, and his navel.
She swallowed and the taste of hot milk chocolate and peppermint rolled down her throat. Noelle moaned as her mouth had an orgasm all of its own. This man tasted like candy and bliss, and she wanted, needed more. She licked his essence off his shaft, his navel, her hand.
There was nothing that tasted as good as this man, and it was a shame that she ate him so quickly.
Noelle rose to her feet and Santa wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her to his chest and kissed her forehead. She was warm in his embrace and for a moment, she rested her head on his shoulder.
Recalling what she had just done put a smile on her face. She had sucked a stranger's cock. She had indulged and tasted, and tried something she knew she shouldn't.
His hands raced over her body, down her back; he gripped her butt cheeks and squeezed. But he didn't stop there. As he took her lips with his, Santa's hands moved to the folds of her core. He tapped his hand across her flesh a few times, as though spanking her pussy. Oh, it was a bad, bad pussy, wanting a stranger's cock inside of it.
Santa pushed her back until the back of her knees hit the bed. She sat, and Santa forced her to lie down. His kisses moved from her lips, down to her neck, her chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and suckled, nibbled, and lightly bit her flesh as his fingers teased the other one.
Her cunt pooled with the warm, wet juices of her arousal. She needed him inside her. Needed him to spread her walls and ride her until stars danced above her head.
His lips were on her nipples, teasing them, tasting them. She moaned, groaned, and arched her back as his hands roamed her heated flesh. He touched her core and she creamed. When his tongue speared her lower lips, she gasped for air as pleasure swirled within her. When his finders replaced his tongue, the gates to her fulfillment opened and she rolled her hips, taking him in. However, Santa pulled out and walked away.
Noelle mewed in disappointment as she lifted her head and watched as he opened the plastic bag from the gas station. When he retracted the black box, she almost wept with joy.
He tore the box open and pulled out a single condom. The sound of ripping foil rippled through the room and her head fell back, eagerly awaiting his intrusion. Santa covered his cock and came toward her. He invaded her with his thick member and she gasped at how big it really was. Inch after painfully large inch, he filled her. With every thrust, pleasure soared through her. Her climax built as tingles traveled over her. When they all met at her core, she exploded around him. He released too, his cock pulsing within her as she clenched and released his stiff erection.
Santa collapsed on top of her, his arms covering her tiny frame. His mouth ravished her lips and she felt right at home in his arms.
Chapter Three
It was a shame they had to start getting ready to leave again. She wanted to indulge more in his body. To taste, touch, fuck. But there was more. It wasn't just sex. She really liked him and wanted to get to know him better.
Noelle stood under the warm spray of the shower as she waited for Santa to join her. He had said he needed to make a phone call and then he'd join her, but she had waited for what felt like forever and she was still alone.
Maybe it was a long phone call?
Deciding not to wait any longer, she washed herself with the hotel-provided lavender and vanilla scented soap. After, she lathered her body in