Aries had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to catch a glimpse of jolly old Saint Nick. She had heard the rumors as a child – that if you stayed up long enough, Santa would make his way through your chimney, leaving gifts and maybe even a few surprises.
As an adult, Aries had dismissed the notion as a childish fantasy. But tonight, fueled by a bottle of merlot and a desire to recapture the magic of her youth, she found herself perched on the couch, stripped bare and wide-eyed, staring expectantly at the fireplace.
Hours ticked by, and the silence of the night was broken only by the crackling of the flames and Aries’ drunken laughter. She had begun to drift off to sleep, only to jolt awake at the slightest creak of the old house. The alcohol had worked its usual magic, making her feel warm, fuzzy, and more than a little reckless.
Just as Aries was on the verge of succumbing to the pull of slumber, she felt a sudden chill in the air. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up, heart pounding, as she heard the faint sound of footsteps padding across the roof.
“Santa?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
The sounds grew louder, and Aries could feel the heat emanating from the chimney as something began to climb down. Her breath caught in her throat as a shadowy figure emerged, clad in a red suit and a mischievous grin.
But as Santa’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, they widened in surprise, fixating on the young woman sprawled before him, her creamy skin glistening in the firelight. Aries didn’t move a muscle, simply watching as the jolly old elf’s gaze traveled down her body, lingering on her pert nipples and the glistening wetness between her thighs.
Santa’s usual jovial demeanor gave way to a look of pure, unadulterated lust. He shed his clothes with urgency, his massive cock springing free, already rock-hard and throbbing with desire.
Without a word, he crept up behind Aries, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he leaned in close. “Ho ho ho,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Looks like someone’s been a very naughty girl.”
Aries shivered, her body responding instinctively to Santa’s proximity. She reached back, her fingers closing around his thick shaft, guiding it towards her eager hole.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a needy whimper. “Fuck me, Santa. Make me scream for joy.”
Santa needed no further encouragement. With a grunt of pleasure, he plunged his enormous cock deep into Aries’ slick passage, stretching her to the limit as he began to piston in and out at a furious pace.
Aries cried out, her back arching as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. She reached down, spreading her legs further apart, urging Santa to go deeper, harder, faster.
The room was filled with the sound of their primal coupling, the slap of flesh against flesh, Aries’ high-pitched moans mingling with Santa’s deep, rumbling groans. It was a Christmas miracle, one that left both participants breathless and spent.
As Aries lay there, her body still trembling with aftershocks, Santa collapsed beside her, his chest heaving with exertion. He pulled her close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over her smooth skin.
“Best Christmas ever,” he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. “I think I might have to make a habit of visiting you each year.”
Aries smiled, snuggling into his embrace. “I’d like that,” she purred, already looking forward to the next time Saint Nick would pay her a special visit.