Santa Is a Woman

Jenna Sativa's got the holiday itch, stringing lights on her tree with milk and cookies at the ready. She hangs up with the folks, kills the lights, and crawls into bed early so she can drive home before dawn. A bathroom run at 3 a.m. shows the cookies are missing. A creak sends her storming into the bedroom, and there sits Lexi Belle—Santa Claus—perched on her mattress like she owns it. Jenna demands to know what the hell is going on. Lexi nods at the tree. Under it sits the exact pair of heels Jenna’s been dying for, the ones she never told anyone about. Santa’s real. And she’s a hot brunette with nipple piercings pushing against a tight red top, tits that could smother Christmas morning. Lexi grins, says she’s a magical being who picked up powers centuries ago. Jenna blurts out why the hell Santa’s a gorgeous chick instead of some old dude. Lexi’s smirk says it all: teenage boys would never leave the house if they saw this version. One more gift left tonight, Lexi offers. Jenna doesn’t hesitate— she wants to get fucked, and Santa always delivers. Who knew the big guy could be so filthy?