Sexy Supermodel Alysia Kent Gets A Sextoy from Santa

English class has sucked Alysia Kent’s will to live. Then Santa pops in with his jingle bell crew and offers her the traditional holiday escape hatch. She skips the dolls, the socks, the latest pony, and says what she actually wants is a big fat sex toy. Next thing she knows she’s on the workbench of his workshop, naked as the day she was born. The first toy she touches is herself—fingers sliding in her shiny pussy while the elves pretend not to peek. Santa knees between her thighs, warm tongue lapping every inch of pink until she grabs antler-like tufts of his beard and moans. After that treat she plants her knees on the bench; he drives the red coat right off, cock punching deep so her perfect ass jiggles on every stroke. Doggie turns sloppy-quick, the kind that makes holiday bells clink overhead. Then it’s her turn to drop low, lips stretched around him, spit dripping over her own tits. She pushes those soft, natural breasts together, pumps until his balls tighten. At last Santa groans, slams in, and fills her up, warm cum sloshing back out and down her thighs like eggnog after an open house.