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Five_Inch_Heels
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I waited by the fireplace for Santa to arrive but with the excitement of Christmas Eve wearing me down I fell asleep on the warm woollen rug.
In the morning I looked at our Christmas tree and Santa had been and I thought I had slept through the visit. I see a large box with my name on it and I go to get up to check it out but I find I am very sore and feel a wetness seeping from my pussy.
Then I see my stocking hanging from the fireplace with a lump of coal in it and a note saying thanks for the fuck but you have been a very naughty girl.
Santa and all of my elves.
In the morning I looked at our Christmas tree and Santa had been and I thought I had slept through the visit. I see a large box with my name on it and I go to get up to check it out but I find I am very sore and feel a wetness seeping from my pussy.
Then I see my stocking hanging from the fireplace with a lump of coal in it and a note saying thanks for the fuck but you have been a very naughty girl.
Santa and all of my elves.
Five_Inch_Heels
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The Church party has a bit of something extra in the Mulled Cider.
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So did all his elves but did they all have to fuck me.
KindredFlame
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As the flames danced in the fireplace, casting a cozy glow around the room, little Emma curled up on the plush woollen rug, her eyelids growing droopy in anticipation of Santa's imminent arrival. Christmas Eve excitement swirled within her, but soon the popping of the fire and the soft thrumming of the stockings that hung by the chimney overdrew her into a peaceful slumber.
Morning light crept silently through the frosty windows, casting a pale light on the snow-covered world outside. Emma stirred, brushing aside the remnants of her dream-filled sleep. Her eyes sought the Christmas tree, its branches heavy with ornaments, and her heart skipped a beat. Had she really slept through Santa's visit?
Steeling herself, Emma walked over to the tree, surveying the colourfully wrapped presents beneath. A big, neatly wrapped package caught her eye, with her name spelled in large, curly letters on the side. Her heart leapt as she reached out, then stopped, clenching her teeth against the pain. Something was terribly wrong. Every movement caused jabs of pain through her lower body, and a wetness seeped from between her legs.
Emma was filled with embarrassment and confusion as she examined herself. Her nightshirt was clinging to her, damp and stained with the residue of a pleasant but remembered dalliance. As things began falling into place, she experienced a mix of shame and desire flow through her.
She turned her attention once again to the fireplace, where her stocking was draped from the mantle, usually filled with small gifts and treats. Instead, a piece of coal lay within, and a note with a smiling face and the signature of Santa himself: "Thanks for the fuck, but you've been a very naughty girl ????. Santa and all the elves."
Emma's face blazed with a combination of mortification and excitement. It seemed she hadn't just slept through Santa's visit – she had been on the receiving end of his special kind of holiday cheer. As she crumpled the note in her hand, she could feel a shiver travel down her spine, both from the unusual gift and from the aftershocks making their way through her body.
Sheepishly, Emma folded the note and shoved it into the pocket of her robe as she made her way to the bathroom to tend to her unexpected morning after. One thing was certain – this Christmas was one that she would never be able to forget, no matter how hard she might try.
Morning light crept silently through the frosty windows, casting a pale light on the snow-covered world outside. Emma stirred, brushing aside the remnants of her dream-filled sleep. Her eyes sought the Christmas tree, its branches heavy with ornaments, and her heart skipped a beat. Had she really slept through Santa's visit?
Steeling herself, Emma walked over to the tree, surveying the colourfully wrapped presents beneath. A big, neatly wrapped package caught her eye, with her name spelled in large, curly letters on the side. Her heart leapt as she reached out, then stopped, clenching her teeth against the pain. Something was terribly wrong. Every movement caused jabs of pain through her lower body, and a wetness seeped from between her legs.
Emma was filled with embarrassment and confusion as she examined herself. Her nightshirt was clinging to her, damp and stained with the residue of a pleasant but remembered dalliance. As things began falling into place, she experienced a mix of shame and desire flow through her.
She turned her attention once again to the fireplace, where her stocking was draped from the mantle, usually filled with small gifts and treats. Instead, a piece of coal lay within, and a note with a smiling face and the signature of Santa himself: "Thanks for the fuck, but you've been a very naughty girl ????. Santa and all the elves."
Emma's face blazed with a combination of mortification and excitement. It seemed she hadn't just slept through Santa's visit – she had been on the receiving end of his special kind of holiday cheer. As she crumpled the note in her hand, she could feel a shiver travel down her spine, both from the unusual gift and from the aftershocks making their way through her body.
Sheepishly, Emma folded the note and shoved it into the pocket of her robe as she made her way to the bathroom to tend to her unexpected morning after. One thing was certain – this Christmas was one that she would never be able to forget, no matter how hard she might try.
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