Santa & Mrs. Claus

I plowed her over and over....the bed was shaking back and forth as I thrusted into her again and again...getting deeper each time...her old but wet pussy felt like a moist velvet glove around my rock hard penis and I wanted very much to seed her and leave my DNA in her. I was going to conquer Santa's wife, Mrs. Claus!

"Ho, ho, ho!" Just then we heard that now familiar and loud, hearty laugh come from outside the room. "Damn!" Exclaimed Mrs. Claus. "Santa is home! He's early!"

I didn't climax, but pre-cum did leak into her vag as I asked, "what do we do?"
She pushed me off her and got up, fixing herself. "Cover yourself back up," Mrs. Claus instructed. "Try to look innocent."
I did.
Just then Santa walked in. Again, looking like the stereotypical Santa from every commercial and holiday movie or story. "What is going on here?" he demanded.
"We found Chrissy hurt after a bad crash and brought him back her to recoup," Mrs. Claus explained.
"Chrissy?" Santa asked with a smile, obviously reminiscing about the time he fucked me. He then saw me laying in bed. "CHRISSY!" he then yelled joyfully. "Ho, ho, ho! Imagine you being here! Ho, ho, ho!"
We were able to relax now knowing how happy Santa was. "Did Mrs. Claus take good care of you?" Santa asked me.
I was too nervous to answer but nodded. "Good," he exclaimed, "now its my turn. Ho, ho, ho!" With that, Santa took his clothes off, exposing his huge, rock hard, wrinkly magical dick that I knew so well, knew so intimately. He walked over to the bed, grabbed my head from the back of it, and forced us to kiss, his tongue exploring my throat. His free hand felt down my chest and tummy, down to my naked crotch where he pulled on my cock. "I see you're ready," he commented.

I could see out of the corner of my eye Mrs. Claus feeling herself up and down, moaning. She fingered her own pussy...
Santa then bent down and put my penis into his mouth. He sucked me off...slurping....licking my shaft., squeezing the head with his lips, shaking it with his hand...