She’s on her knees, red velvet Santa dress bunched at her hips, tits spilling out of the top. A younger guy looms behind her, hands clamped on her hips, cock buried to the root. Every thrust makes her spine curve, her ass cheeks clench. He flips her onto her back, pins her thighs apart, and slams in. The floor creaks. Her moans get louder. When he pulls out and jerks himself over her tits, she arches up, tongue out, catching ropes of cum across her neck and cleavage. Stockings stay on. Santa hat stays on. Christmas spirit stays intact.