Bad Santas: A Christmas Novella (Festive ASF)

by Dee Garcia

My work wife scoffs and rolls her eyes. “I wish. That man has no interest in me. I did, however, sit on Santa’s lap, and let me tell you… Total smoke show. He can shove his candy cane in my chimney any day.”

A glob of saliva. That’s it. That’s all he uses to push the head in, then the rest of his length.

That’s definitely not enough lube but we are going to pretend Santa has a magic penis