I'm on the naughty list, Santa?

 “I'm on the Naughty list, Santa? Wonn yoo pleeeze reconsider?”, your drunk, high and nude girlfriend slurred as she sat in front of your christmas tree. 

“And what might you have in mind?” you ask her. 

“Welll sanna, my boyfrienn says Im a gooond cock sucker” she slurres as she pulls your cock out of your Santa suit, and begins to stroke your hard jolly elf. 

“Ho, Ho, Ho. Go ahead,” you tell her. With her usual wasted skill, she moves and begins to suck. In no time at all, you know you’re about to cum. “Leticia, Santa’s about to cum,” you say.

“Cum on my tiss, sanna, baby, cum fer me” she instructs you, as you blow part of your load in her mouth, and the rest on her tits as requested.

“Am i ssill onna naughdy liss?” she asks as she wipes the cum from her tits with her fingers and then licks her fingers clean. 

“Ho, Ho, Ho. You're a naughty hoe, but a nice cock sucker. I think I have something better for you to burn than coal,” you say, as you produce a joint, and step back, as Letica stands, very unsteady.

As Leticia grabs the joint, you say, “Ho, Ho, Ho, of course you do.” You reach into your bag, and pull out a bottle of jager. “Lets start with these. And maybe there’s more you can do to convince Santa you're a good girl.”

“Welll, i ged gooond ann wayssed fer ya sanna baby.  Ann im allways upp furra gooond fffuck wenn im gooond ann wayssed,” she says. 

You light her joint, and open the bottle. “Ho, Ho, Ho, Iets see.”

Leticia takes a hit, then exhales. Then a swig of jager. She repeats this a few times, as you see her become more and more intoxicated. Her eyes became meer slits, her face as red as her hat, and she began to sway even more.

You asked, “Leticia, are you good and wasted? Ready to get good and fucked?”

“Oh, yezz, yes fffuck me, Sandy Claws”, she somehow slurred. You had to help her turn around. She leaned against the wall, now chugging the jager. As wasted as she was, it was difficult to get your dick into her.

Yet, soon you were fucking your wasted girlfriend with abandon. With each thrust, she became more wasted. When you were ready to cum, you did so with a hearty, “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!” As far as you were concerned, Letica was on the good list, for being such a naughty girlfriend.


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