In the wee hours of Christmas
Santa came to his room
He was not surprised to find
his wife awaiting her groom
“My dear, you must be exhausted”
She said with a grin
Before laying a kiss
Upon the cleft of his chin
“But before you sleep,
I think it’d be quite nice
If you looked through those lists
that you always check twice.”
“I believe you will find
on the list of those naughty
is the name of of one
very familiar hottie.”
He sprang to the bed,
threw her over his knee,
pulled up her skirt
and found her panty-free.
In delivering the spankings
He found himself quite merry
To be turning those lovely cheeks
As red as a cherry.
When he reached twixt the legs
of his naughty little bride
He found a damp slit
And with his fingers, opened it wide
Before he could rub, though
he could take it no more
And stood up quickly,
Throwing his pants to the floor
He entered her promptly,
finding still had the knack
of hitting his love’s clitoris
with each thrust of his sack
She came with a fervor
And crashed to the bed
Before flipping around
and delivering head
He came in her mouth
with a last drip hitting her chin
And he sighed contentedly
looking at her with a grin
They embraced for a moment
before turning out the light
for it was still their holiday
at least for tonight.
