you've always been naughty every Christmas. Not a single present given, regardless of your age.

To where the wife of Santa, Mrs. Claus, comes to visit you to end this coal-giving wage

At the dead of the night, you were up awake, until you heard a sound, but without a fright.

most people would back down at this time of the night

You got up from your chair and head to the source. Knowing where it was, because you knew your house by course.

There you see Mrs. Claus, getting up and seeing you with a cheering glee. Oh how juicy she looks, look how her curves are jiggly

Wearing her red santa hat, wire-rim spectacles glasses. Oh, how big and plump her round ass is.

Her white hair flowing with beauty, her wearing her red shoulderless Holter top with white fur on the edge, and her tight short shorts makes it out for a view of her big booty.

Her white thigh highs are as white as snow, her thick thighs bring up a better show.

Her breasts as big as melons. You puckered, biting your bottom lips as if you just bit a lemon.

Then Mrs. Claus sees you with a smile of purity. Regardless of Her voluptuous hourglass body that makes her sexy, yet so maturity.

Then she says

Mrs. Claus: "ho ho ho! You've been a naughty little boy, i see. But don't worry! Mrs. Clause knows how to assist your impurity!"

Her innocence makes her oblivious of this hot tension. As you stare at her with a hidden intention