Divided We Beg, United We Peg

Santa Brogan's buried under ledgers and wish lists when the elves finally snap. They bag his head, lash him to the chair with blinking lights and cold chain, and let Victoria Voxxx step in as Miss Christmas. She slaps his balls and thighs raw, swings a mallet into his gut, then plants clothespins from chest to cock. One flick of her crop and the pins scatter; another slap and he’s quiet. She slices off his shorts, stares at the hard-on, and drops to swallow him whole. The second his breath steadies, cold clamps bite his nipples and a zapper snaps across his skin. They drag him face-down onto the table, wrists and ankles locked. She lines a thick candy-cane dildo at his hole, pushes, and Santa grunts that he doesn’t want it; his body says the opposite. She drives the strap-on to the hilt, every thrust making his cock twitch harder. Rolled onto his back, she plants her cunt on his face, riding until he gasps that the elves run the show. She rewards him with a throat-deep suck, then climbs on and sinks down, hips slapping while he moans that Victoria is his favorite.