‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house.
Nothing was stirring,
Except this horny mouse.
My dad would be Santa,
As is our tradition.
It is nearly the time,
Set my plan to fruition.
He’ll be placing our presents,
Down under the tree.
The surprise will be his,
As I present me.
I’m sneaking my way,
And I stopped on the stair.
He froze in his place,
As my body was bare.
He stared at my body,
Much more than a glance.
And I did the same,
At the bulge in his pants.
My father is huge,
I’ve seen Mom take it all.
I’ve dreamed of this night,
Despite the pitfall.
I took a big chance,
Put my arms ’round his neck.
I gave him a kiss,
It was more than a peck.
I knew he was mine,
He just lost control.
I reached down his pants,
For Santa’s North Pole.
Off came those straps,
His pants hit the floor.
I dropped to my knees,
Not one second more.
Was big as I thought,
And hard as a rock.
I pulled Santa’s sac,
Then sucked on his cock.
I swallowed it deep,
Its gagging long length.
Dad fought not to cum,
With all of his strength.
My sweet darling girl,
Do you want me to stop?
I reached for his beard,
And pulled him on top.
I started to squirm,
As my fires were lit.
He kissed down my body,
And sucked on my clit.
He dug his tongue deep,
I leaked on the floor.
Was ready to cum,
But I needed more.
I started to grind,
My cunt in his face.
I held both his ears,
As he picked up his pace.
Looked down at his cock,
I watched as it dripped.
That massive long thing,
That I have worshipped.
Pulled hard on his ears,
His face glistened from me.
Wrapped my fist ’round his cock,
It was thick as a tree.
Positioned myself,
Said oh Daddy, please.
Make love to me now,
As I opened my knees.
He eased his cock in,
Was stretching me wide.
Amazed by myself,
As that thing went inside.
We started to fuck,
Said Oh baby girl.
Am ready to cum,
My toes started to curl.
Slammed my feet on the floor,
He grabbed my bare bum.
I nearly went white,
As he filled me with cum.
We laid for a bit,
In each other’s arms.
Then jumped from the sound,
Of our bedroom Alarms.
We got quickly dressed,
Met Mom at the tree.
What’s up with you girl,
You seem more than glee.
It might be the glow,
Of the fireplace flame.
Or could it just be,
I know Santa Claus Came.
