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Letter to Santa

I told Santa
I canít wait from Xmas day
That your present is already set
Me in my high black heels
With four inch stilettos
Wrap just in my red fleece
I told Santa
Iíll dress in fishnet black stocking
That I could picture your eyes as they ascent
As they go from the heels to my thigh
The fishnet transformed into lace
Just how you like them
I told Santa
You would be rewarded
With a glimpse of my bare ass
That I know what I would do
To reel your senses thought
To get you breathing hard
I told Santa
I wanted you to kiss me all day
To make my juices flow
That I would make your Nutcracker grow
And take you to that special place
That make my heart start to race
I told Santa
You are the one that can make me scream
The one who can make me cream
Help me fulfill my every dream
I told Santa I want to fuck
Under the mistletoe
At least for 48 hours
Was that too much for Santa?
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