Long, thick locks of bright red hair cascaded about her shoulders. He watched as her tongue lewdly ran along her full, parted lips and her head lolled back. This had the wondrous effect of thrusting her breasts out as she once again picked up the pace and started riding him hard.

His legs had fallen Limply across the sheets after her Last climax, and this time he contented himself with simply grasping her thighs to assist her with the strength in his arms. She varied her movements, sometimes rising up and down along the near-full Length of his cock and other times simply grinding hard and fast against his crotch.

She loved the effect she was having on him, and though he'd always looked upon her fondly and with great desire, he now regarded her with awe. Though he wasn't completely dumbstruck, it was certainly a nice boost to her ego and she enjoyed feeling him beneath her. To her wholehearted enjoyment and approval, he'd always tended to be the one in control during their frequent sexual marathons. Now she was finally driving them both to another staggering crescendo she realised it felt good to have that control. Perhaps she'd tie him to the bed later, as he so often had done to her, and she could mercilessly tease him for a change. She'd make him cum like a fucking volcano afterward, of course.

After all, she did love him a great deal and he'd always done her the same favour.

Seated there upon his gloriously firm body with that big cock buried deep inside her, she lifted her head to look down over him. She loved the sight of how his muscles gleamed in the morning Light. Her body quivered with excitement when she realised he was going to be all hers, and they had many Lifetimes to continue their naughty dance together.

"Oh, Wendall! Yes!" she felt the rising explosion running up through her body.

“Come with me, oh please! I want to feel you inside me, filling me."

Now there was a Christmas wish he could get behind. As well as his desire to make her dreams come true, she'd very kindly asked for something that was almost certainly going to happen anyway. There was only so much he could take of a fiery-haired, festive goddess wantonly riding his cock before his own release was imminent. What's more, she'd pushed him over the edge countless times with the way her pussy seemed to flutter and suck at him whenever she came. The change that had come over her did nothing to mitigate that glorious effect, and he had the pleasure of finally feeling it across his entire length.

The moment those little squeezes of her delight began, and she started bouncing up and down like a wild woman, he felt the sudden detonation.

Hot cum gushed up his shaft to inject his creamy load inside her heated depths.

“Fuck yes!" she screamed, Lifting her hands up to run through her hair again as she lost herself to the shattering waves of bliss.

He also gave over to that oncoming tide, though he couldn't tear his eyes away from the stunning sight of his fiancé cumming hard on his cock. Her big tits jiggled and her entire body gyrated with each rise and fall upon him. The moment surpassed many of their spectacular sessions together as she seemed to claim him completely for herself. He went over quite willingly, savouring each sensation as she continued to piston her hips through their mutual climax.

She didn't slow down as that enormous high began to fade, and greedily managed to send herself crashing into another orgasm before finally collapsing onto his chest. Her breasts cushioned against his hard pectorals, and soon enough they found themselves locked in a Lazy kiss together. It lasted a long while as they enjoyed the little spasms and aftershocks of their Locked-together genitals. When she finally dug her fingers into the bed to lift herself up a few inches from his face, she flashed a happy grin.

“Merry Christmas, Wendall," she said.

“Merry Christmas, Callie."

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They were married on the first day of spring the following year. A few of the elves suggested that they might try for Christmas Day but given the huge amount of work to be done at that time of year, they opted for a slower season instead.

By the time Santa had taken to the skies the Christmas Eve before his wedding proposal, the world was beginning to take him seriously. There was some panic involved at the very idea of him. Who did Santa answer to? Was he dutifully elected? Why didn't he have corporate sponsorship?

What was he hiding? Should the US begin a campaign of carpet bombing the north pole in order to keep their citizens safe? Thankfully these worries were allayed when it was revealed that for the past two

Christmases a reclusive billionaire had in fact been charitably giving out gifts to the world every Christmas Eve. It was all a promotional stunt for the reveal of the Santa's Winter Wonderland holiday resort in