#Cheating #Teen
Mrs. Claus, once the epitome of festive cheer and kindness, now exudes an aura of bitterness and vengefulness. Her once sparkling eyes, reminiscent of twinkling holiday lights, now glimmer with the dark shadow of betrayal. In her 30s and weary from the pain of Santa’s clandestine affairs with the sprightly elves, her heart has hardened like the icy winds of the North Pole.
Gone are the days of cozy nights by the fire, preparing for Christmas joy. Instead, she spends her evenings cloaked in a shroud of resentment, plotting her elaborate scheme of revenge. Each mischievous grin reveals the twisted delight she takes in her newfound resolve, breathing life into a plan as chilling as the winter nights surrounding their snow-laden home.
With an unsettling grin stretching across her lips, she carefully wraps herself as an unexpected gift for James (19), a notorious constant on the Naughty List. This unexpected offering, a stark contrast to the typical toys and treats delivered each Christmas, is a harbinger of chaos and a bitter reckoning of a promise that this year, everything will change in ways they could never anticipate.
The fire crackles softly as James sits alone, unaware of how this Christmas will change everything when the door suddenly swings open. Mrs. Claus enters, her form silhouetted against the cold night. Her eyes gleam with a dangerous allure, and she steps closer, the air thick with tension. “Well, well… Look who’s been naughty. Lucky for you, I’m in the mood to play.”
Mrs. Claus lets out a throaty, sultry chuckle as she observes James’s reaction, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she revels in the effect she’s having on him. She saunters closer, each step deliberate and seductive, her hips swaying with a provocative rhythm. “See something you like, James?” Her voice drips with playful mockery, the words hanging in the air like a challenge as she stops just a few feet away from him, her gaze raking over his form with a predatory gleam that leaves no doubt as to her intentions.
A smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she notices James’s eyes roaming over her, taking in the lingerie with a mix of appreciation and desire. She cocks her hip, her stance is both confident and alluring. “I thought so.” She takes another step closer, now within arm’s reach. Her voice drops to a whisper, her breath warm against his ear. “But then again, I know all about naughty boys like you.” *She leans in even closer, her chest brushing against his, the scent of cinnamon and cloves enveloping him. Her hand comes up to gently trace along his jawline, her touch feather-light and teasing. Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she continues to toy with him, enjoying the way he’s captivated by her presence.
James reaches out to touch her. Her skin is soft and warm to the touch even though she is barely wearing any clothes. As his hand touches her skin, she lets out a soft sigh, a shiver of pleasure running through her. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she savors the feeling of his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Mmm, your hands are so warm…” She murmurs, her voice low and sultry. She steps even closer, pressing herself against him, her body molding to his. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. Her chest is now flush against his, the fabric of her lingerie doing little to hide her curves. “You’re not very talkative, are you?” She teases, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. Her body is pressed against him, every movement sending sparks of electricity through her.
Her lips hover just millimeters from his, her breath mingling with his as she speaks in a low, seductive whisper. “Maybe I can find another way to get you to make some noise…” She gently tugs at his hair, tilting his head back as she leans in, her mouth hovering just above his neck. James is taken by surprise as she pulls my head back, “Mrs. Claus, oh god yes.”
A wicked grin spreads across her face as he responds, the sound of his voice sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She nuzzles against his neck, her lips brushing against his skin in a feather-light kiss. “Mmm, I like the sound of that…” She murmurs, her breath hot against his skin. She plants a trail of soft kisses down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of red marks in her wake. Her kisses grow more urgent, her teeth nipping and biting at his skin with a hint of possessiveness. She can feel the way his body reacts to her touch, his breathing growing rugged and uneven. “You taste so good…” She murmurs against his skin, her hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him as she continues to mark him as hers.
James’s hands instinctively settle on his hips as he effortlessly scoops her up, cradling her in his arms as he strides purposefully toward his bedroom. The moment they cross the threshold, James gently tosses her onto the plush bed, where she lands with a soft bounce, the springs of the mattress yielding to her weight. As she settles into the softness, James’s eyes never leave hers, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity that makes her heart skip a beat.
Mrs. Claus gasps as he effortlessly lifts her and tosses her onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly against the soft mattress. She looks up at him with a mixture of surprise and arousal, her eyes wide and her breath coming in short gasps. “Well, someone’s eager…” She manages to say, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She props herself up on her elbows, her gaze raking over his body as he stands at the foot of the bed, towering over her. She watches as he looks down at her, his eyes burning with desire and a hint of dominance. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes the position she’s in vulnerable and at his mercy, lying on his bed in nothing but lingerie. “Are you going to just stand there and stare all night, or are you going to do something about this…situation?” She purrs, her voice laced with a hint of challenge, her body practically begging for his touch.
James pulls off his hoodie, the soft fabric slipping effortlessly down his arms as he tosses it aside, the movement fluid and casual, a testament to his relaxed demeanor. Crawling up next to her, he leans down, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, the intensity of the moment sending shivers down her spine. The sweet, spicy flavors of cinnamon and sugar dance on her lips, a tantalizing treat that leaves him wanting more, his senses heightened as he deepens the kiss, the world around them melting away into nothingness.
As he kisses her, Mrs. Claus melts into the bed, her body arching up to meet his. She lets out a soft moan, the sound swallowed by his lips as he deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire and need. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of her as she loses herself in the kiss. Her body is pressed flush against his, the heat between them building with every passing second. Her hands roam over his back, her nails digging into his skin as she clings to him, desperately seeking more contact, more touch, more everything.
She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes are dark with desire, her pupils blown wide as she looks up at him, her body trembling with need. “God, you taste amazing…” She murmurs, her voice husky and breathless. Her hands continue to roam over his body, her touch growing more and more insistent as she tries to pull him closer, craving more of his skin against hers.
She lets out a needy whine as he remains above her, his body still tantalizingly out of reach. Her hands grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to urge him down, desperate for the feeling of his body pressing her into the mattress. “Please…” She begs her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading with him, her body arching upwards in a silent plea for more.
James begins to kiss his way down her body leaving a trail of bite marks on her porcelain white skin. As his kisses trail down her body, so do the shoulder straps of her lingerie, exposing her large breasts. He takes each nipple into his mouth suckling on them and pulling on them with his teeth before continuing down her abdomen to the waistband of her sheer thong panties. He kisses over the material that his hands reach up to the waistband, pulling them down her legs.
Mrs. Claus lets out a gasp as his lips begin to trail down her body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Each kiss sends sparks of pleasure through her, her body arching up to meet his touch, desperate for more. She bites back a moan as he sucks on her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her hands tangle in his hair, holding him close as he continues his journey down her body, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. When he reaches her panties, she lifts her hips to help him remove them, the sheer fabric slipping down her legs and revealing all of her to him.
James kisses his way back up her legs to her innermost core, his kisses lightly brushing against her sensitive, aroused skin as he gently lays pecks against her labia. He can feel her squaring underneath him seeking more of his touch as he continues to tease her. Mrs. Claus whimpers as he kisses her inner thighs, his lips just inches away from where she needs him most. The gentle, teasing touches drive her wild, each brush of his lips against her skin, making her shiver with need.
“God, please…” She begs again, her voice high and needy. She writhes beneath him, her body twisting and turning as she tries to press herself closer to his mouth, desperate for more contact, more friction, more everything. James kisses her slit several times before running him through the length of her needy pussy. His tongue settles on her throbbing clit, running over it several times before pulling away momentarily and returning to her clit with eagerness.
Mrs. Claus lets out a strangled moan as his tongue finally makes contact with her clit, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her body trembles beneath him, her hips bucking upwards, seeking more of his touch. “F-fuck…!” She gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets as she struggles to control herself, her body already on the verge of falling apart under his skilled ministrations.
She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stifle the desperate moans that threaten to spill from her lips. His tongue works magic on her clit, circling and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with a skill that leaves her breathless. Her body is tense, every muscle taut with pleasure as she struggles to hold on, desperately trying to prolong the sensations he’s causing. But it’s a losing battle – she can feel herself already teetering on the edge, ready to fall apart at any moment.
Her legs begin to shake, her thighs trembling as he continues to tease her clit. She’s so close, the pleasure building within her with each flick of his tongue, threatening to consume her completely. “I-I can’t… I’m gonna…” She gasps, her voice strained and broken. Her hands reach down, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer, silently begging for more, for him to push her over the edge. With a strangled cry, she finally comes undone. Her back arches off the bed, her body going rigid as the waves of pleasure wash over her. Her walls clench around nothing, desperate for something to fill her as she rides out her orgasm, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.
She collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her body is limp and sated, every muscle still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She lays there for a few moments, completely spent, her body still trembling with the remnants of her orgasm. Her eyes are half-lidded, her gaze unfocused as she tries to collect herself. After a few seconds, she manages to speak again, her voice soft and a bit shaky. “That was…incredible…”
James stands up in between her legs, removing the rest of his clothing, his large cock standing proudly from his body. James gives it a few quick strokes looking down at Mrs. Claus before moving onto the bed between her legs, positioning himself so the head of his cock rubs against her clit further teasing her.
Mrs. Claus bites her lip as she watches him remove the last of his clothing, her eyes widening at the sight of his large cock. A shiver runs through her, her body still oversensitive from her orgasm, as he positions himself between her legs. Her hips buck slightly as he rubs his cock against her clit, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She lets out a low moan, her eyes never leaving his cock as she spreads her legs wider for him, silently begging for more. She looks up at him, her eyes dark with lust and a hint of desperation as she spreads her legs even wider, presenting herself to him, her entire body aching for him to be inside her. “Please, baby… don’t tease me…”
James shifts positions with his cock falling into place as begins to push through her wet slit. James lets out a moan as he feels her tight pussy clamp around him. Mrs. Claus gasps as he pushes inside her, her back arching up off the bed as her body instinctively tries to accommodate his massive size. Her walls stretch around him, clenching and fluttering as he pushes deeper, the sensation making her head spin. “F-fuck… You’re so big…”
She reaches up, wrapping her arms around his neck as he fills her, her body shaking with need. She can feel every inch of him inside her, every vein and ridge of his cock as he buries himself to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against hers. She lets out a shaky moan, biting down on her bottom lip as she looks up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for him to move. James begins to move slowly and soft at first but he soon begins to speed up. With every thrust, he slams her pussy with a primal drive. Pulling almost his full length out before driving it back in and hitting her g-spot and cervix with every thrust.
She lets out a sharp cry as he starts to move faster, each hard thrust driving into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. His cock slides over her g-spot and cervix with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure exploding behind her eyes, each hit making her see stars. Her legs wrap around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back as she pulls him closer, matching his rhythm with each roll of her hips. Her nails dig into his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she clings to him desperately.
Mrs. Claus lets out a litany of moans and cries, her voice growing louder and more ragged with every thrust. Her body writhes beneath him, bucking and twisting, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as he pounds into her. “Oh…fuck…fuck! Harder, baby! Fuck me harder!” He obliges, picking up the pace even more, his thrusts growing faster and harder. The headboard starts to bang against the wall as he pounds into her, his cock slamming into her G-spot over and over again, making her see stars with each hit. Her cries become more desperate, a mixture of moans and sobs spilling from her lips as she begs him for more, more, more.
Mrs. Claus is completely undone now, her mind reduced to a primal need as he pounds her pussy with animalistic force. Her entire body feels like it’s on fire, every inch of her burning with desire and need as she takes every inch of his cock like a good girl. “YES! OH GOD YES!” *She screams, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels the familiar tension building in her core. She knows she’s close, so close. He knows she’s close too, her body shaking and writhing beneath him, her walls fluttering around his cock as she chases her orgasm. He continues to pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as he pounds her into the mattress, determined to push her over the edge once more.
The sounds of their mutual voices screaming out in ecstasy fill the room around them as James continues spamming into her, driving her closer and closer to her inevitable orgasm. Mrs. Claus’ screams are loud enough to wake the dead, her entire body shaking violently as her second orgasm crashes through her, harder and more intense than the first. Her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her pussy clenches around his cock like a vice, desperate to keep him inside her as she falls apart beneath him. Her legs tremble and shake, her body quivering as she tries to recover from the intense pleasure, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
Mrs. Claus is barely conscious as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure rendering her speechless. Her pussy clenches weakly around his cock as she comes down from her high, her mind still foggy with bliss. But she can tell he’s close too, his breathing ragged and his movements growing more erratic as he chases his release. She tries to open her mouth to speak, but her tongue feels heavy and her mind too hazy. All she can do is lay there and watch him through half-lidded eyes, silently urging him to cum, her pussy fluttering weakly around his cock in anticipation of his climax.
She watches as his muscles tense and his eyes close in concentration, a familiar look crossing his face as his cock begins to pulse inside her. A few more hard thrusts and he finally cums, spilling rope after rope of thick hot cum deep inside her, filling her up to the brim. He collapses on top of her, panting hard, as his cock continues to twitch and pump her full of his seed. Mrs. Claus gasps as she feels his cum spill into her, the hot fluid flooding her pussy and filling her. Her body trembles slightly, still sensitive from her orgasm, as she tries to catch her breath. His body is heavy on top of hers, but she doesn’t mind – she feels completely spent, utterly wrecked, completely at his mercy.
She wraps her arms around him, holding him close as she lets out a contented sigh, nuzzling her face into his chest. His heart is racing, his breathing heavy, and she can feel the tension slowly draining from his body as he holds her in return. She places a few soft kisses on his skin, humming softly to herself as she comes down from the high. James holds her tighter as she kisses him, his arms wrapping around her waist as he rolls them both onto their sides, still connected at the hip. His cock is still buried deep inside her, her pussy continuing to milk every last drop of cum out of him as she snuggles closer to his body.
They lay there together, a tangled mess of limbs, as the seconds tick by. She nuzzles against him lovingly, enjoying the warmth of his body and the full feeling between her legs. A few moments later, she breaks the silence with a giggle, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she playfully pinches his side. He lets out a soft yelp, flinching slightly at her touch. He looks down at her with a raised eyebrow, feigning annoyance, but there is a playful smirk on his lips. “What was that for, you naughty little thing?” She grins up at him, giggling again before placing a gentle kiss on his neck. Her hands slide down his body, stopping at his hips, and she squeezes his butt, giggling again as she does so. Her touch is soft and playful, but there’s a hint of seduction in her actions.
To be continued…..
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