Beneath the mistletoe, Santa, a beefy, tattooed Santa, stands alone, his eyes locked on the reflection of his muscular body in the mirror. He spits into his palm, wrapping it around his enormous, uncut cock. He pumps slowly, appreciating every vein, every ridge, his other hand kneading his heavy balls. His moans echo through the silent North Pole, as he builds to a steaming, jizz-soaked climax.