“Fuck me, Santa, and you can have more Cookies.” I screamed as the department store Santa shot another creamy load between my fat thighs. I’m a real life Mrs. Claus. Thick n yummy, round in the tummy, legs like logs, fucking like hogs. Some men love a full figured fatty for the cushioned pushing. Round ass to stuff full of cock, we never complain that you pack too much meat. Fat girls have pretty faces and pretty pussies. Not a little bald slit, but a woman’s fat folds with a fur coat. Slide that cock into it and feel the difference. Nice and tight. HA, and you thought we were loose, didn’t you? But, no those rolls wrap around that joystick and grip it tight. Nope, Old Mr. Claus doesn’t want skinny pussy for Christmas. He wants my thunder thighs wrapped around his head, riding him hard, juicing his entire skull. I’ll smash you flat, suffocate your nutsac, and milk you dry against your will. I love being the boss hogg in charge. Hear me oink. Make me squeal with joy. You can’t resist the lure of the roll. Grab on, lover, and take me for a test drive. You’ll never go back to bones.
