The first snow of Christmas morning drifted lazily past the frosted windows, painting the world outside in pure white. Inside, the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights bathed the living room in gold and red. She knelt on the soft carpet, her big tits straining against the silky red bra, nipples brushing the lace as if teasing the world. Her skirt rode high over smooth thighs, and her panties were already damp, glistening with anticipation.

She had been careful all year, innocent, shy, polite… but deep down, she knew what she wanted. And if Santa existed in the slightest way, he was about to deliver it.

The door creaked....