Mike BigDick: Santa’s Wife Gets Fucked like a cheap whore

I pulled up on this little wife lugging groceries through the snow—married five years, barely any action. Perfect. One smile and a stack of bills, and she was in my RV, her wedding ring trembling with regret. She said it was Christmas, and I said, “Good, I’ve got a gift for you.” Watching her tiny mouth try to take my monster? Priceless. She went from shy suburban wife to a moaning, gagging mess in minutes. Merry fucking Christmas to me.