Santa baby, slip a big dick under the tree…for me…
I’m definitely at the top of the naughty list this year. No doubt about it. In fact, I probably have earned a lifetime achievement lump of coal award for all the naughty deeds I’ve done in my life. One of the most fun ones is to truly enjoy my fetish for that most famous of fat elves, St. Nicholas himself! Yes, that’s right – I’m not sure why I love the old jolly jelly belly man, but every year I find myself so red hot at all the red suits and white beards I get to see. Whether it’s on the corner ringing a bell, in a shopping mall, or in all the great holiday movies, none of us can escape the presence of one of the biggest mascots of the holiday season, but when you have a Santa fetish, that can mean real trouble!
Are you curious? Then I guess you need to call me for Santa fetish phone sex. I can tell you stories of how this fetish has gotten the best of me in the past, like how many laps of shopping mall Santas I just HAD to, ahem, bounce on until I felt where they were hiding their yule logs – right underneath me, of course. Then I give them my number….I can talk about how much I love the feeling of that long beard and the soft fur on his Santa suit as he finds his way all over my naked body. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be tickled by Santa himself? I do love unwrapping his big present every year! It’s insane – even hearing someone sing about Santa cumming to town has me sliding my hands down into my panties!
I really need to talk about Santa cumming down my chimney…I know I’m not the only one who is into Santa fetish phone sex. Is that eggnog on your chin, or something, ahem, cummy?
I would love to put out my milk and cookies for the right kind of naughty Santa, so if you think you have just the right presents for me to unwrap, call 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Gypsy for Santa fetish phone sex. I’m dying to suck on a big, sticky sweet candy cane tonight!!