Liz and microphone staggered in the presence doorway of their support room. Liz flopped on the sofa and microphone sat on the flooring in strawman of her. Both dozed off. They had been at the kinsfolk Christmastime party at Liz 's brother 's home base. The drinkable had been flowing and they were at their personal limit point. The lights twinkled, soft Xmas music played from their MP3 player, and the usual cookies and milk were sitting on the pallium.

microphone snored on his back as Liz curled up on the sofa. microphone jerked awake when his heard a foreign vocalism in the room.

'' You have been a bad girl, Liz '' A myopic pudgy man in traditional apparel was looking at Liz as she lay with her legs spread and an obvious wet patch covering her downy pussy lips. `` How are we going to change that ? '' An immorality twinkle flashed behind the telegram rimmed glasses that covered the intruder 's eyes.

'' Santa '' sat down on the throne that had appeared in the corner next to the tree. He pulled off his mittens and snapped his fingers Liz instantly became entranced. `` claim your clothes off, '' St. Nick pronounced. Liz began swaying in metre with music. She slowly unbuttoned her blank silk blouse and let it fall off her shoulders. mike heard a faint `` zzzzzzz '' and watched as her short-change, blood red annulus dropped to the floor.

Mike tried to stand but four pixy piled over him and pinned him in place. `` Hmmmm. You have been naughty as well, '' a midst, sausage balloon shaped finger pointed in mike 's direction. They sat there effectively mashing mike in place. Santa snapped his finger and microphone 's apparel faded as if bullet. He felt the cool floor against his chthonian region and exclaimed, '' What the fu*** ''. `` Silence offspring man you have to atone for your indiscretion as well '' Kriss Kringle tugged out a scroll and read,

'' mike you had intercourse with your niece on multiple affair. As did Liz. `` She reached between her knocker and unhooked her bra.

'' You had sex with three men while on assorted camping trips. Two on training trips. And your uncle tonight in the cellar when you supposed to be playing pond. While you were with your uncle Liz was sitting on her chum 's cock in the upstairs bath ''. She opened her manpower and her bra traveled down her body to stack up on her skirt.

'' Then there were all the little indiscretions ''. Liz touched her hips and lowered her silk panties until she stood naked in all her resplendency in front of Santa, four imp, and Mike. microphone tried to jiggle his cock in a salutary military position as St. Nick told Liz, `` cum sit on Saint Nick 's lap ''. His red satin trimmed in albumen fur pants disappeared and a large cock arched upward. Liz sat across his lap and gasped as his tool split her pussy lips. St. Nick 's beard moved as he blew out a gravid breather of air. Liz rocked back and Forth across his lap as she became more stimulate. Mike tried again to stand but Santa had another idea. The next finger snap fastener removed the clothes of the elves and each moved into place. The braggy one was behind microphone and unceremoniously invaded him from that angle. Two of them placed their cocks in either of his calloused script. The fourth elf walked up and slid his putz in microphone 's fount and started moving his hip joint in and out.

Mike could hear his wife getting More excited as she rode Santa 's peter. Santa was not passive voice. He bounced his pegleg lifting Liz up then letting her dig back down on his puppet. Their apparent motion was a sexual terpsichore Liz pushed out her chest pushing her kitty-cat down on the cock under her.

Mike was becoming a more uncoerced player as well. The vauntingly elf behind him was a human machine. His rose hip moved in shortsighted concentrated push that ended against his prostate. The turncock in his fist were hard as granite as he pumped each of them. The elf in his oral cavity had lost his onus when Liz started riding Kriss Kringle 's lap. The elves backed off in unison then Santa snapped his digit and mike landed on his back. The four ELF returned to position and slid back into microphone 's available parts. Another crack of the bearded fingerbreadth and a naked female person elf floated down on mike and slid his cock home. Mike was covered with sexual pardner and it was obvious he was not going to last-place much longer.

His pecker twitched when Santa took Liz 's tits on at a time in his hands and kneaded the diffused flesh. At light squeeze play or flick of her mammilla then Santa Claus moved to the next. Santa dropped his handwriting between Liz 's leg and stroked her button making her thrust down on his massive tool. Mike was responding to her excited moans and force back his cock into the tiny woman above him. The elf between his peg went off first. He sprayed his juices over microphone and the slight lady sitting on him. Both his `` mitt '' elves sprayed the elven maiden over as she bounced on Mike. The one in his mouth coated mike 's palatine tonsil and they all faded like goat. The elf on his cock threw her nous back and cried as she accepted Mike 's Christmas giving. She then faded as well. Mike moved to the sofa and stared as Liz went mad on the big cock filled her. She was babbling as she sprayed her juices into Santa Claus 's lap.

The next affair they remembered was waking up naked on the lounge with various tumid boxes under the tree that neither remembered buying. Gone was any evidence of the intruders. The throne by the tree was gone. No small apparel were anywhere. And the Milk and cookies were consumed. They both moved to the bed where they slept until noonday. Then the opened all gifts .