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One of my many admirers bought me this sexy little green outfit for Xmas and made me promise i’d make a few naughty photo of me being a wench in it. Happily i obliged as i love teasing my fans, so here they are. Putting up was Xmas Tree was so much fun when i was wearing this naughty little outfit, i got really festive when i started putting up the mistletoe also and my mind began to wonder.

I started having some nasty day dreams of a very muscular Santa coming down my chimney and fucking my wet lips senseless for Xmas. I’ve been a very good girl this year so i definately deserve a present and all i want, Santa, is a big and hard member to suck and fuck all night. I’ll even wrap it with a little bow and then pull it off with my teeth and as i gobble down on it like a christmas turkey! Happy Holidays boys! x

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Simply put, holiday shopping can drive a person insane. My wife and I had just concluded a day at the mall. We were stressed and in need of unwinding. Driving down the road we passed an all too familiar establishment, the Platinum Horse. It was an upscale gentleman’s club, known for its fine dining, spirits and of course a female revue that was its hallmark. We entered the establishment, found ourselves a table in a secluded corner, ordered our drinks and began taking in the sites. Several young scantly clad ladies paraded around the tables entertaining patrons. Surveying the establishment I soon realized that my wife was the only female patron in attendance. Several customers eyed her curiously, as if the had never seen a woman enter a strip club that was not employed there.

Across the floor we spied a dancer dressed in a revealing Santa outfit. She was a cut above the rest. Classy and elegant, she looked innocent yet had a glare in her eye that told a different story. Adorning her long highlighted locks was a Santa hat. A matching top and panties graced her curves with a pair of stockings. White leather boots and white garland trim completed the ensemble, as she made her way to the center stage. Her musical score began; ‘Santa Baby’ began to echo through the club as she sashayed to the brass pole.

I discreetly looked at my wife, who was intently watching every move Santa’s little helper made. Her eyes followed with the instinct of a predator watching its prey, every move, every touch my wife followed she danced. I knew the look my sexy bride had in her eyes. I had seen it all too often. I discreetly made my way to the side of the stage; fumbling through my pockets I produced a stipend for a moment of her time. She saw me approach and turned so her back was to me. Her arms moved to her front as she unclasped her top. In one seductive move she cast it aside and turned toward me.
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