Clara’s hands moved toward his crotch and it was like she was watching herself in a movie. Her mind kept saying know but her hands made slowly towar... the teenager. It seemed forever before she reached for the zipper on his pants. She lowered it and saw the bulge in his briefs. There was no way she could fish the huge cock out through the fly in his underwear and pants so she reached for his belt buckle. As if in a hypnotic trance she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and pulled them down. Santa lent forward and kissed her neck as his hands roamed over her body. He crouched slightly as he cooked her left nipple into his mouth and softly sucked. Christine moaned, everything building her desire up, her need to be fucked burning in her like an inferno raging deep inside. Her hands gripped Santa's hair holding his head to her breast."Oh god that feels good. Don't stop." Her voice was small and weak. Santa switched nipple enjoying the power he was having over Christine. He softly bit. More

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