Secret Santa

Sweat started to bead down his forehead and drip onto her breasts as they rutted on the worktable. She could tell he was close to cumming as she felt him starting to swell against her slick walls. Lyndsey began to squeeze her muscles around his cock, milking him, until he began to groan.

"Oh, yeah bitch! Your little slut pussy is so tight Santa can barely keep his dick in it...yeah...ride it whore, ride my cock until my cum shoots all over your cunt!"

Lyndsey lifted herself up, pushing her knees into his shoulders, and began riding into his thrusts.

"Is this how you like it Santa? Is this how you want me? Tell me how you want me," Lyndsey crooned.

She was answered when he pulled her legs down and turned her over on her stomach to take her from behind. Santa pulled her to the edge of the table and pushed into her snug heat, his fingers digging into her hips to pull her against him. Lyndsey moaned loudly as she felt the head of his cock drag across her g-spot setting off a deep orgasm that pulled him deeper into her. As she pushed back into him, he reached underneath her to pull on her nipples causing her to scream as wave after wave of pleasure rode through her body until she was limp.

He fucked her through the strong spasms, feeling her squirting around his cock as his own orgasm closed in, drawing his balls tight against his body. With a grunt, he pulled at her nipples and thrust forward with all his strength as ropes of cum jerked out of his cock against her tender pussy walls. He collapsed onto her outstretched body, pushing her across the worktable. They lay like that for several minutes, both of them trying to catch their breath. Finally, he moved to the side allowing Lyndsey to breathe easier as she gave a languid stretch, more relaxed than she had been in the past year. As she turned onto her side, he was watching her through half closed eyes, his cock heavy and semi hard against his thigh. He pulled her closer and she allowed him to wrap her in arms as she thought about what had just happened. She began to giggle. He looked down at her,

"What's so funny?" Lyndsey shook a bit with laughter, "I just got my brains fucked out by Santa Claus!"

He grinned, "So you did little girl. I think I filled your stocking just right."

He gave her a slap on the bare ass and she squealed.

"But I don't even know your name!"

He gave her a wicked smile as he ran began pinching one of her tender nipples to aching attention. Lyndsey could feel him hardening as his cock twitched against her belly. As he moved in to capture her lips in another kiss he whispered, "I guess you can think of me as your Secret Santa."