"My, my, you've been a naughty boy this year," she purred. "I don't think you deserve a gift for Christmas."
"No! I've been good, honestly!"
She stared him down before breaking eventually breaking out into a wicked smile.
"Oh? Well," she drew a finger down his naked chest, "I can be persuaded to...get you off the naughty list."
With the smouldering look she gave him, it was very clear what she meant.
"Now," she said, as she removed her top, practically making his eyes burst from his head at the sight of her cleavage, "Where were we?"
Licking his lips, he answered.
"Talking about me getting off the naughty list. I have some ideas of my own to convince you."
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Later, as they both were covered in sweat and cum, they smiled; she tugged on her neck to remove the mask, which landed at the foot of the bed with a satisfying thud.
"Wow, that was...wow!"
"Did you like your Christmas present, honey? I had a suspicion you would."
He kissed her.
"Absolutely! Thank you for being a bustier Mrs. Claus for me--it was everything I wanted!"
She laughed her wonderful laugh.
"And you gave me a gift as well, so we're even. Besides, I always wanted a new reason to suit up as a bimbo."
"Merry Christmas dear, I love you!
"I love you, too, dear!"
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