Being Santa’s sexy therapist isn’t easy…
Do you ever wonder what dark and perverted thoughts might be going through his head? He is no angel so of course he would need to have a sweet ear like mine to listen to those thoughts. Santa’s sexy therapist sitting on his lap. Simply there to tell him that it is okay to feel those feelings and urges are okay…
Maybe that is what you need too… Every Christmas I sit right down on his lap like a good girl should. I slowly take off his shirt and reassure him that those panties he stole to sniff won’t be missed by that sweet girl. The one sleeping peacefully in the bed waiting for her presents. I kiss his cheek and rub that thick rod as I put them up to his nose to sniff.
Santa’s sexy therapist knows how to please him…
He sits and confesses to me how he saw such a tasty looking cock and took a lick. As Santa’s sexy therapist I of course have to keep this confidential… But hearing about him sucking that cock really makes me dripping wet. So I reach between my legs and start to rub my throbbing clit. He leans in and whispers to me that he swallowed all that creamy goodness too…
Then, I feel those juices really start to pool on his lap. I know I am leaving a wet spot but I can’t help how sexy these naughty confessions are. So I listen intently as he continues to tell me all about the next house that he visited. There were two sweet women waiting just for him and they had something special wanting to stuff his stocking. As Santa’s sexy therapist, I heard every sweet word he had to share.
He really took those straps at both ends…
I cannot begin to tell you how much he loves getting to visit the Eiffel Tower. But it is one of his favorite places and I tell him that I am so proud of him for taking every last inch. After all, it was Christmas and he really deserves to indulge in such sweet desires. I slowly climb off his lap and walk over to the couch. Then, I slide my panties off with intention and give him a little wink before shaking my ass at him. My job as Santa’s sexy therapist is not done yet. He started me young at the ripe age of five and that was ten years ago so I know exactly what he needs.
As he slides out of his suit I can see that he even wore a hot pair of pantyhose while he was making his rounds. Naturally, I did not even bat an eye and simply told him how good he looked in them. He should feel good about it and that is what I am here to do. Then I pulled him onto the couch with me and slid right onto his cock. My tight pussy clenching around him like a vice grip and dripping juices down his balls. I bounce up and down on his sweet candy cane and tell him how proud I am that he let all those urges take over. All those sweet confessions made me so wet and ready for him. And if you have a sexy secret I am here to listen. Let’s have some hot phone sex!
Jacey 1 888-891-1185
