Naughty Ella

Twas the night before Christmas and Ella was lonely
With no man in site and ever so horny.

A tight bodied girl, turned newly eighteen
With all the right assets and snatch shaven clean.

She took off her jammies and started to play
When she heard hoof beats followed by a sleigh.

She gazed at the chimney with a burning desire
And smiled wickedly as she began to conspire.

She would feign sleep, intentionally exposed
She'd pounce onto Santa at the moment she chose.

And so Santa entered from the cold wintry night
And began to set presents when his hand grazed her thigh.

She was startled at first and her body had tingled
Ella lost all resolve and assaulted Kris Kringle.

She reached in his pants, found Santa's bane
And began to suck it like a candy cane.

Her tongue was inspired on the cock she had freed
Her mouth was magnificent and Santa agreed.

Grunting aloud he came in her throat
She swallowed like a good girl then took off his coat.

She got on all fours and presenting her gift
Was enough to make his piece again stiff.

He unbuckled his belt and tied her hands to the tree
Then reached around her to fondle this tease.

Suddenly with a magic only Mrs. Kringle had known
He plowed into her and she let out a moan.

He ravaged her pussy as she cried out for more
Coming again and again on her living room floor.

Finally he ceased and she thought he was done
But Santa still lustful, entered her bum.

She was taken by surprise and cried out in pain
As she tried to escape, her efforts: in vain.

When he was finished she was barely awake
Exhausted from the workout on Santa's trouser snake.

Ella awoke in the morning from her wonderful dream
But found she was still tied to the Christmas tree.

And on the floor beside her she noticed a letter
Signed by Saint Nick, "Next year will be better!"