I tried to slide out the door without waking Santa. The fat fucker was lying on his couch after a night of fucking and drugs. He did things to me that not even a phony Santa should do. There was no compassion in this man and I needed to get out of there. I tripped over something and the dark and I heard him bellow. “Get back here whore. I’m not done with you yet.” I ran for the door, only to find it deadbolted. I turned and was hit in the face with one of Santa’s boots. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the couch, ripping at my panties and punching me in the face.
“There is no Christmas for druggie pieces of shit, you dumb fucking cunt.” he hissed, wrapping his hands around my throat, as his massive cock penetrated my unwilling asshole. “Say it for me.” I choked as I repeated his words. “I’m a dumb fucking cunt. Thank you for punishing me. I’m very bad girl, Santa.” Santa’s cock went rigid in my shithole as I said those words and I felt him shudder as he bathed my inner shithole with fuck sauce.
“Thank you, Santa. May I please have more drugs for Christmas?” Santa just laughed and pulled out his special tourniquet, decorated with jingle bells. He had an evil twinkle in his eye……
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