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Dee Garcia
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December 20 - December 20, 2025
To all the girls who want three masked men to make her their little Ho, Ho, Ho… this one is for you. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
I love Christmas. It was my parent’s favorite holiday, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t mine, too. I don’t, however, love the annual company Christmas party I’m expected to attend with a merry smile on my face and the cheeriest of dispositions.
Noelle,
Let’s go see this supposed sexy Santa. Maybe he’ll bring me something tasty for Christmas.
“No need to be shy,” he coos, the husky baritone of his voice going straight to the apex of my thighs. “Be a good girl and come sit on Santa’s lap.”
“I have a little secret… I’m not the real Santa. My name is Nick, though. Nick Cross.”
“So what would be the verdict if I said all I want for Christmas is three masked men?”
“I see. Three’s a little greedy, though, don’t you think? One of these masked men isn’t suffice?”
Sometimes I wish I had a partner to share the holidays with, but the dating pool is a cesspool of bullshit and I don’t have the brain cells to deal with it.
Pinching the screen, I zoom into his face—and that smirk. God, that lopsided, you’ll be calling me Daddy by the time I’m done with you smirk that’s ingrained in my brain.
Bet he’d be here right now trimming my tree with his big North Pole.
There, in the shadows, illuminated by nothing but the colorful glow of the Christmas tree, stands not one, but three darkened figures—the only obvious detail being their trimmed crimson cloaks. Like three bad Santas.
“As the night went on and your little request played in a loop, the better it sounded. My mind was racing with the possibilities by the time you said your farewells. I had to see it through.”
“Better get moving, sweetheart. Santa loves a snack after delivering presents—and yours are starving.”
There’s no denying it. I’m tickled-fucking-pink that my outlandish request was so titillating, Nick found himself wanting to play into it, too. So much that he went all out for it.
“Keep running, Little Red. We love the hunt,”
“I can smell you, kitty,”
“Peaches and cream drizzled with glistening fear. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“That’s it. Just like that. Be a good girl and let go for Santa.”
“They think they’re hot shit. Wait till Daddy slides in that pussy. You’ll forget all about them.”
“How is it that you’re such a good girl, but you belong at the top of the naughty list?”
Klaus
“Crawl, kitty—and put my cock in your mouth.”
Nick,
The way he looks at me screams nothing short of I’m going to eat you alive—and I’m here for it.
“Oh, that stocking will be stuffed full by the night’s end, I promise you, but what I really want is for you to sit on my face. I can smell you, how wet and ready you are after Daddy and my little brother fucked your pretty little face. I want a taste of that pussy.”
“Whatever Santa wants, Santa can have.”
Jack
Between the chase, sucking their cocks, and having my pussy expertly eaten by two brothers, I’m worked up to the point of no return. I need to be filled.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, Little Red. Are you gonna be our good little slut and let us fill you at the same time?”
“Good, ‘cause Daddy’s going to fill that pretty little cunt up with so much cum, it’s gonna seep from your pores,”
“You”—thrust—”take”—thrust—”me”—thrust—“so”—thrust—“well”, he grunts, tacking on a rough, heavy-handed slap to my ass. “So fucking well. You’re such a good girl, Noelle.”
The way these men praise me feeds my kink in ways no man has before.
I know this kind of thing exists, but Klaus is big enough on his own—and Jack isn’t far behind. Both of them? In my pussy? At once? “Would it fit?”
“You look like a goddess right now, sweet girl. So beautiful, filled to capacity, reveling in the throes of pleasure.”
I did some hoe shit for Christmas—and it looks like my sexy Santa wants round two.
