Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Santa let out a heavy sigh as he entered his home after a long night of delivering presents. He removed his hat and tossed it on the couch. He took off his coat and placed it on the nearby coat hanger.

            “Honey, I’m home!” he called out.

            No response. Santa let out a guttural growl as he checked every room of the house. The smell of baked cookies lingered in the air. He checked every room except the bedroom. As he entered the bedroom, he raised an eyebrow to his hairline, and a smirk formed.

His wife was lying on the bed; the only thing covering her was a thick red ribbon. She smiled seductively at him. Holly and mistletoe were scattered on the bed outlining her as the main focal point.

            “Merry Christmas Santa baby,” she purred. She motioned for her husband to come hither with her right index finger. Santa, still smirking, made his way to her on the bed. “I missed you so much, baby.”

The couple shared a passionate kiss before Santa pulled away. “Is that so?”

Mrs. Claus nodded her head yes.

Santa unbuckled his belt and pulled. The sound of his leather belt rushing past all the belt loops filled the room. When the belt was free, he dropped it to the floor and unzipped his pants. “Show me.”

Mrs. Claus bit her lip at the sultry tone in her husband’s voice.

            “Get on your knees for me, baby, and show me how much you missed me.”

Mrs. Claus got off the bed and knelt in front of him. Her hands reached inside Santa’s pants and pulled out his hard dick. She stroked it a few times as she flicked her tongue against the slit at the top before she took the tip into her mouth.

            “I know you can take more than that.”

Mrs. Claus slipped more of her husband’s dick into her mouth. In response, Santa took a sharp breath. Spurred on by his reaction, Mrs. Claus bobbed her head and rubbed her tongue against his shaft.

            “That’s a good girl. Fucking good girl,” Santa breathed. His hands tangled in her hair. Mrs. Claus stopped at her head bobbing and sucked on the hard shaft and her fingers massaged the area of Santa’s pants where his balls would be. Santa tilted his head back and let out a slightly shaky breath. “Fuck.” His grip on her hair had tightened. The grip forced Mrs. Claus to take more of his erection into her mouth. The hard member pressed against the back of her mouth. A small moan escaped her lips and reverberated around Santa’s dick. The sensation alone almost sent him over the edge, but Santa refused to cum just yet. He did, however, tilt his head back and groaned.

Mrs. Claus moved her head up and down Santa’s dick. She wanted to pleasure her husband to the fullest. He had instructed her to show him how much she had missed him, and that was exactly what she wanted to do.

Several minutes deep-throating later, Santa came hard into Mrs. Claus’s mouth. Santa removed his dick from his wife’s mouth. A small pop sounded from the action and a bit of his cum escaped the corner of Mrs. Claus’s mouth. Without instruction, she wiped the mess clean from her face. The image of her face being covered by his cum made Santa’s dick twitch and harden. In a flash, he tossed her onto the bed and pinned her underneath him.

            “Now, I get to show you how much I’ve missed you.”