“Santa, you came! I was so hoping you would.”

“I’m glad to be here, Amelia. So tell me, have you been a good girl this year?”

“Oh yes, Santa, I have. I’ve brushed and flossed after every meal, I’ve only spanked my little brother when he really, really, really deserved it, and I’ve made loving, lewd eye contact with my boyfriend when I blowjob him, making sure to swallow every last sperm.”

“Excellent Amelia. But how come you’re not wearing clothes?”

“I was, Santa, but I was getting so warm. Hot, really, with the excitement of Christmas. I really should take off my panties, too, before they get too wet.”

“Would you like me to help you?”

“Oh, Santa, if you would.”

“Amelia, what a lovely bottom you have.”

“Thank you, Santa. I tried to stay in good shape.”

“I see what you mean about the wet.”

“I know, Santa. Sometimes naughty thoughts creep into my mind and into my pussy. But I’m a nice girl, basically. See, I say pussy instead of cunt.”

“You can say cunt if you want to.”

“I can?”

“Go ahead.”

“Okay. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt. Oh dear, Santa. Your finger in my ... in my cunt. It’s making me ... Oh fuck, Santa, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, Amelia. Good girl. What a lovely cunt you have. What a sweet sound you make when you come. Is there anything else you’d like?”

“Well, Santa, I know you don’t like anal sex, but I’m really hoping that I could get a ride in your sleigh and while were up there you’ll fuck my ass.”