"Well, this Santa is not rich," I put in. "If he weren't so poor he wouldn't have smelly little children sitting on his lap all day. One of them puked...on me the other day. It is definitely not what I was trained for." "And what were you trained for?" she wanted to know. "Shakespeare," I replied. "An actor?" she asked. "Four years at the National Institute of Dramatic Arts. Mel Gibson went there, you know," I explained. "I bet he was never a shopping centre Santa," she teased me. "All right," I. I could taste his own sweet pre goo, that got me even hotter. I worked at a steady pace, bobbing and stroking, mirroring what was happening on the screen next to me. His cock pushing through the hole to meet my down strokes. He pushed through once more and held. His cock tensed, unleashing a torrent of cum. I swallowed what I could, but there was just too much. Spurt after spurt filling my mouth. It leaked from the corners of my mouth. I licked and stroked his deflating cock, coaxing as much of. More

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