I was a photojournalist on assignment in the north pole, i was leaving the Big North Wood Pole (the north pole’s only gay bar) when an overweight elderly man with a thick white beard pushed me into a snow pile in an alley.
“Hey what’s the big idea?!” I demanded.
“Everyone in the North Pole knows you don’t just shake a muffin a** like that around Santa without letting him dip his candy cane!” Santa slurred as he unbuckled his big belt and pulled down his bright red pants.
“Don’t fight Santa Now..” he earned me.
I relaxed as Santa pulled my snow pants down and slid his c*** into my male pail.
Santa had great length, girth and rhythm and he really started rocking and i got into it.
“Finish in my mouth fatman!” I demanded.
Santa spun me around and i noticed he had some precum developing while he waited for me to open my mouth.. as soon as I tasted it, i knew it. Santa was shooting f****** egg nog jizzleblasts.
Merry Christmas, Stay Sleazy!
Korvallus Kringle 🎄