Santa Won’t be Cuming for Christmas!
Two Hoe’s . . . No Ho Ho Ho’s
Evelyn and Charlotte had a plan. With the President of their Fortune 50 Company always playing Santa, asking the right question at the right time will get many of your wishes granted . . .
The Time? When both their firm asses were rubbing hard on his thighs. The Wish? Taylor Swift Tickets cause they’re all sold out.
Evelyn would press her breasts against his arm while Charlotte would whisper into his ear: “Taylor Swift Tickets.” Their plan was sound . . . until Charlotte thought she felt his rock hard member saying, “Hi! What’s Up?”
When whispering time came, they both were in ass grinding mode, Evelyn’s breasts were firmly in place, doing both of their parts. Santa was happy as fuck and Charlotte went in for the whisper . . . “Threesome.”
On the way up to his room, Evelyn turned to Charlotte and said, “What the Fuck Charlotte? We had a plan! He would have got us the Tickets and you fucked it up!”
“No . . . no I didn’t. I saw the potential bigger picture. I’m thinking more like private limo for us to Taylor Swift’s concert.”
“Nice, but you know I really don’t like this guy, so suggesting a threesome with him didn’t even make it onto my backup list. He’s rude, he’s an asshole, and I only wish he smelt of beef and cheese . . . because that would be way better than whatever funk it is he’s got going on!”
“Evelyn, we just need to drink enough and you won’t even smell that . . . that goat and piss smell. Maybe it’s a medical condition?”
“Or . . . maybe it’s actually goat piss?”
“Be Nice! Where’s your Christmas Spirit?”
“It’s currently still standing in the SOLD OUT line!”
{Knock Knock}
“Oh Hello!” Looking at Evelyn’s tits, “Hoe” then switching to Charlotte’s tits, “Hoe”. He leans into the hallway and looks both ways, “No third Hoe? . . . So, the threesome must include me?”
Evelyn rolls her eyes and quietly mumbles, “Jerk” while spritzing some of her perfume on Santa, who’s breath already smells of scotch.
“Can we come in Santa!” Asks Charlotte extra nice like.
“It depends . . . did you bring gifts? Because I got an extra big gift for both of you right here!” Grabbing his crotch and moving it up and down.
Both girls open their blouses enough for Santa to see red . . . which makes him even hungrier in both ways! “Nice and Naughty! Lets open that bottle . . . I’m parched!”
Grabbing the bottle he asks, “So, whose ass?”
Confused, Evelyn asks, “What?”
“Whose ass do I get to shoot the cork at? It’s my Christmas Tradition. So . . . whose ass?”
Evelyn starts to open her mouth as Charlotte covers it with her hand, “My ass . . . Santa. Shoot the cork at my ass.” Then lips the word “Limo” to Evelyn.
Lifting her skirt while bending over the end of the bed, Charlotte is cork in her ass ready . . .
Firmly grabbing the bottle, Santa grunts loudly! The cork releases and He screams, “I’M BLIND!” before hitting the wall and falling on his ass!
Evelyn’s fast grab snags the bottle mid-air and gets her drink on directly from the now hard shooting bottle! “God I needed that!”
Rolling into a ball on his side, Santa is sobbing, “Nobody loves me! Everyone hates me! I can’t even play the cello . . . I let my mommy done!”
“Great! Couldn’t have just asked for the Tickets like we planned? Now we’re stuck in a hotel room with a goat piss smelling, half blind, fully drunk, Santa Man Baby with mommy issues!” She spritzes him two more times . . .
Evelyn adds, “My God! Do you even own a toenail clipper?”
Charlotte leans down and is ready to help him remove his beard and hat . . .
“No! Don’t! Honestly . . . as odd as this sounds . . . you take those off of him and there’s no way I’ll be able to fuck him.”
“Really?” Asks Charlotte, a little surprised. “Santa?”
“I can’t fuck our Boss . . . but I’ll do Santa in a reindeer minute! Hoofs and all . . . and looking at his nails, his feet are closer to hoofs than feet.”
“Come on Evelyn . . . be nicer. Help me get him onto the bed.”
“Gifts for the tickets . . . gifts for tickets . . . limo . . . tickets . . . show me show me show me!”
Santa is now on the bed and doesn’t look too blind in his now black eye. Although he is winking constantly and at the wrong times!
“I have to run to the bathroom.”
Wink, “Ok . . .” Wink wink wink . . .
“Somehow Charlotte . . . he’s found a way to be even creepier! Can we put sunglasses on him like weekend at Bernie’s or something? Just pretend he’s dead?”
“Evelyn! He’s right here. He can hear everything you’re saying!”
Santa says, “What?” as he turns and rolls off the bed! Screaming, “Fuck Me!” while landing lower back first on a non-breakable ornament! Thank goodness . . . or there would have been broken glass and Santa’s blood would have been on their hands!
Round two, he’s dragged back onto the bed . . . in the center this time as he rubs his back while mumbling, “Fucking Reindeer! . . . Fucking Christmas! Show me my gifts already!”
Evelyn and Charlotte strip down to just their underwear, Santa hats and black heels just as Santa starts to snore!
“Can we just steel his wallet Charlotte and leave?”
{Ringgg! Ringgg! . . . Ringgg! Ringgg!} “Oh just leave me the fuck alone!” {Ringgg! Ringgg! . . . Ringgg! Ringgg!} “Please God!” {Ringgg! Ringgg! . . . Ringgg! Ringgg!}
“WHAT?”
[Wa wa wa wa, wa wa wa?]
“How the hell am I saposta know? Do they look clean? If they look clean then they’re clean!”
[Wa wa? Wa wa, wa wa wa?]
“No . . . hic . . . I haven’t been! Anyways, I’m in a meeting! I have to go!”
[Wa wa, wa wa wa?]
“FINE! OK, I got paper now . . . go ahead!”
[Wa wa.]
“Dozen eggs.”
[Wa wa, wawa.]
“Another big zucchini? How come I’m never getting to eat any of the bread?”
[Wa Wa Wa! WaWa!]
“Yeah! I am! I think you’re fucking yourself with them until they’re worn out!”
[Wa, wa wa wa]
“Ok . . . two big zucchinis! I have to go! I’m in a meeting! See ya later . . . hoe!”
And he’s snoring again!
Pulling open Santa’s pants, the girls quickly learn that Santa’s little Reindeer has lost all of its Christmas Magic . . .
“That’s fucking it!”
Evelyn rolls Santa towards the headboard for safety reasons. Then tosses Charlotte onto her back and straddles her! Panties against panties! Bending over, breasts to breasts, she solidly locks lips with Evelyn!
“Wait! What about Santa?” Asks Charlotte.
“I hate to break it to you . . . but Santa Won’t be Cuming for Christmas.”
“What about the Tickets and the limo? They’re massively expensive on those third party sites?”
Evelyn replies, “His wallet is on the nightstand next to the phone . . . just begging us to use it.” Sliding her hand inside of Charlotte’s lace panties, “But first . . .”
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