Christmas morning finds Mrs. Claus in a state of naughty anticipation, her husband away, leaving her to tend to a certain special someone. Her eyes gleam as she catches Kris adjusting his Santa suit, the outline of his excitement evident. She pounces, straddling him, her silken thighs enveloping his hips as she grinds down, taking his thick cock deep within her hungry cunt. She gasps, her breath fogging the chill of the room, as she bounces, her large, jiggling breasts threatening to spill from her corset, as Kris, with a wicked grin, pounds into her, making this a Christmas to remember.