Xianna Sits On Santa's Lap

A fairly tipsy Xianna finds a weary mall Santa and decides to make his day!

Xianna was a ditzy but sweet sort, and after one too many spiked eggnogs both of these aspects seemed to be heightened.

She was loopy as could be wandering around in the cold, and somehow found her way into the mall, soft curves bouncing between the crowds during this most busy time of year.

Then, from a distance she spotted something she couldn't believe - Santa! Here, of all places?! Yes, she'd stumbled upon a mall Santa, one that looked to have had a very long day.

Having played up the jolly antics for hours on end and finally getting a moment to himself, he sat upon his little throne, looking very tired, a little sad... and, in Xianna's drunken eyes, very, very lonely.

So, she did what any good-hearted girl might do and went over to keep him some company... that is, after stripping down to her, ahem, 'work attire'.

With a playful hop, she surprised Jolly Ol' St. Nick, landing her soft squishy booty right onto his lap. She was more comfortable in a seat like this anyway.

"Wh-Whoa! What are you doing?!" he croaked, stunned by the intrusion.

She wriggled and bounced upon his lap, even in her stupor her well-honed expertise at lapdances seemed to shrine through.

"Nnnngh, you jusht looked so sad sitting here all by your lonesome!" Xianna spoke up, a bit of a slur in her voice. "Mmmf, you know you... you give so mucchhh to people! But what I wanna know is-is-is who's giving Santa HIS present, huh?!"

"You can't just...!" Santa protested, though his attempts to shove her off seemed to be in vain, his every touch just finding more delicate feminine flesh and making it all the more intimate. "W-We're in public, you can't... nnngh... oh but it does... feel really nice."

"Mmm, yeah, dass right!" Xianna said with a pleased smirk, adjusting herself to smother the underpaid salaryman in her enormous soft breasts. "Yoooouuu just sit back and lemme work my... heh, my Christmas magic on ya!"

He moaned and squirmed. He felt like he should protest, surely he shouldn't just let this tipsy stripper do this. Atleast not in front of everybody! And yet, not one part of him seemed to have any fight left in him.

It was true, he'd had a very long day and was in need of a pick-me-up. Never could he have imagined a lady like Xianna would be there to give him one, but... it was working! Past the fake white beard, she felt the curve of a large smile and his cheek bones poofing out as she kept squishing her delectable titties against him.

"Falala... ♪ Iiiiiiii saw dommy mommies kissing Saaaaanta Claaaaaus... ♪ hic!" she sang to herself as she worked, rubbing her crotch and ass that little bit deeper against his growing bulge. "Heheh, I think that's how that song went... oh hey! D'ya ever wonder what the X in X-mas stands for? Eheh, you're looking at 'em! See 'em? See the X's...?"

And lo... he did!

As she turned upside down, thicc thighs clasping around his ears, juicy ass right up in his line of sight and her massive jubblies traveling southward, "Santa" relented and took hold of her curvy figure.

"To hell with it, I'm grabbing on for the ride!" he moaned, muffled by her feminine flesh.

Xianna giggled as her tits pressed against the stiffie between his legs. "Mmmmf, s'a little better than milk 'n cookies, dontcha think? Ahahaha well there's... well there's still milk... and milkin' to do~"

As she kept it up, the beleaguered mall Santa found his energy returning in full force, invigorated by the free lap dance. And he happily called out, "Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas...!!"