Mrs. Claus sat at her sewing table, meticulously stitching the final details onto an elf's outfit. She was a woman of precision, her nimble fingers moving in a graceful dance with the needle and thread. Her snow-white hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and her spectacles rested on the edge of her nose as she squinted at the minuscule stitches. The room was warm and cozy, the scent of gingerbread and pine wafting from the kitchen. Outside, the North Pole was a bustle of activity as the elves prepared for the busiest night of the year.

Santa, however, was not in his usual jolly mood. He paced the floor of his office, his booted footsteps echoing off the wooden walls. A furrowed brow creased his round, red face, and he absentmindedly stroked his snowy beard. In his hand, he clutched a scroll, the parchment crackling with each tense squeeze. It was the Naughty List, and it was longer than he had ever seen it. The weight of the world's misdeeds pressed down on him like a heavy winter blanket, and he was not looking forward to his upcoming task.

But as he approached the top of the list, two names caught his eye. "Cherry and Cinnamon Lust," the names rolling off his tongue like a warning. He had never encountered such a peculiar case before—siblings, both on the cusp of adolescence, who had managed to cause more mischief than any of the other children on his list combined. He knew he would have to be firm with them, to ensure they understood the gravity of their actions. Yet, there was something about the allure of those names that tickled his curiosity.

The castle of Cherry and Cinnamon stood tall and foreboding in the distant mountain of Romania, shrouded in a perpetual cloak of mist. It was said that their father, the infamous Lucifer, had built it as a haven for those who walked the line between good and evil. The twins were known for their cunning and charm, traits they had inherited from their father, and had been stirring up trouble for the village below for as long as anyone could remember. Their pranks were legendary, though they never crossed the line into true malice.

Cherry, with her fiery red hair and mischievous green eyes, had a penchant for the dramatic. She loved to orchestrate elaborate hoaxes that sent the townsfolk into a tizzy. Her laughter could be heard echoing through the valleys, a siren's call that was both infectious and a little unnerving. Cinnamon, on the other hand, was quieter, more introspective, with a head of hair as dark as a moonless night and eyes that sparkled like stars. He was the mastermind behind the siblings' escapades, always thinking one step ahead of the villagers.

Their father, the notorious Lucifer, watched over them with a mix of pride and concern. He knew their potential for both good and evil, and often warned them of the consequences of their actions. Yet, he couldn't help but smile at their boundless energy and the joy they found in bending the rules. The castle was their playground, filled with secret passageways and hidden nooks that had been the stage for countless pranks. The walls held whispers of past mischief, the stones seemingly winking at the twins as they plotted their next move.

On the evening of Christmas Eve, the castle's grand clock chimed midnight. The twins lay in their beds, too excited to sleep. They had heard rumors of a Naughty List, but they never truly believed in the existence of such a thing. Their lives were filled with magic and whimsy, and the idea of a jolly man in a red suit judging them seemed almost quaint. Yet, as the chimes faded into the night, the sound of jingling bells grew louder, and a soft thud resonated through the hallowed halls.

With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they slipped from their beds and tiptoed down the grand staircase. The castle was eerily still, the only light coming from the flickering candles that lined the walls. The air was thick with anticipation as they approached the towering doors that led to the main hall. They flung them open, only to find a sight that made their hearts race with a mix of excitement and dread.

Santa Claus, the man himself, sat in their father's grand chair, the Naughty List resting on his ample belly. His eyes twinkled with a knowing look as he took a sip of hot cocoa from a steaming mug. The room was filled with the scent of his pipe, a peculiar blend of mint and cinnamon that seemed to dance around them. He looked up and winked at the twins, his cheeks jolly despite the stern expression he tried to maintain.

Cherry and Cinnamon exchanged a bewildered look, the sight of him in their home was more than they had bargained for. They had expected a lecture, perhaps a scolding, but definitely not this. The sight of them in their red lace lingerie and fluffy slippers seemed to catch him off guard for a brief moment, his eyes widening before he quickly composed himself. "Ah, my dear Lusts," he began, his voice a warm baritone that filled the room, "I see you've been expecting me."

Cherry, ever the bold one, strutted over to the man in red with a seductive sway to her hips. She perched herself on his lap, her soft ass pressing against his groin as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his neck. He felt a twinge of something unexpected, a jolt of electricity that coursed through his veins. Cinnamon, not to be outdone, sailed over and hovered above him, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall as she leaned down to claim his lips in a fiery kiss.

Santa's beard tickled her nose as Cinnamon's sweet breath mingled with his own, and for a moment, he was lost in the sensation. The twins' scent of sugar and spice filled the room, a tantalizing blend that seemed to cloud his judgment. He hadn't expected this, not in a hundred years of delivering coal to the naughty and nice. Their lips were soft, their kisses hungry, and he found himself leaning into it despite his better judgment. The warmth of their bodies seemed to melt the chilly resolve he had brought with him from the North Pole.

Cherry giggled, her voice a tinkling of bells, as she whispered in his ear, "You know you want to, Santa. Just let go and play with us." Her hand guided his to her inner thigh, the softness of her skin making his heart race. He felt the heat radiating from her core, and the sudden urge to explore was overwhelming. With a gasp, Cinnamon broke the kiss, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She stepped back, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she watched her sister's boldness.

Cinnamon took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the anticipation. She reached behind her neck and slowly untied the bow that held her red lingerie in place. The fabric fell away, revealing her voluptuous breasts, the tips a tantalizing shade of pink that begged to be kissed. Her skin was as smooth as freshly fallen snow, and the sight of her standing there, so vulnerable yet so powerful, made Santa's mouth water. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes lingering on the curves that spilled from the lacy garment.

With a grace that belied her young age, Cinnamon stepped closer to him. She placed a hand on the side of his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before guiding his gaze to her heaving chest. Her touch was feather-light, yet it sent a shiver down his spine. She leaned in, her warm breath fanning across his face as she whispered, "Santa, we've been so naughty for you."

Santa felt his resolve crumbling like a gingerbread house in a tornado. His eyes were drawn to her breasts, large and round, the nipples a dark pink that seemed to beckon him like the North Star on a moonless night. He swallowed hard, his throat dry with desire. The room spun as Cinnamon brought her hand to her own breast, her thumb caressing the sensitive flesh before sliding down to cup it gently. She offered it to him, the gesture as tempting as the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden.

With trembling hands, he reached out and took her breast in his hand, the weight of it feeling surprisingly good in his palm. Her skin was soft, like the velvet that lined the stockings he filled with gifts every year. He could feel her heart racing beneath his touch, the beat matching the rhythm of his own. Cinnamon's eyes never left his, a silent challenge that he found himself accepting without a second thought. His lips parted and he leaned in, capturing her nipple with a gentle suck that made her gasp.

The sound was like music to his ears, a symphony of desire that made his cock swell even further. Cherry, not to be outdone, slid off his lap and dropped to her knees. Her green eyes looked up at him with a fiery hunger that was impossible to ignore. With deft fingers, she undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang free, standing tall and proud against the crimson fabric of his suit. She took him in her hand, her eyes wide with amazement at the size of him.

"Cherry," he murmured, his voice thick with need. But she was already moving, her lips parting to take him in. He felt the warm, wet embrace of her mouth as she took his head into her mouth, sucking gently. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing the sensitive tip with a flick that had him groaning. Her eyes never left his as she took more and more of him, her cheeks hollowing out with every bob of her head. He could feel the tension building in his balls, a pressure that threatened to spill over at any moment.

Cinnamon held his head against her breast, her fingers tangled in his hair as she guided his mouth back to her nipple. The sensation of her soft skin against his cheek and the sweetness of her flesh on his tongue was intoxicating. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing the tender peak as he felt her hand tighten in his hair. She arched her back, pushing herself closer to him, her breaths coming in short gasps as he pleasured her.

Meanwhile, Cherry had taken his cock in her small but eager hand, her lips wrapped tightly around the head, her tongue dancing around the ridge with a skill that belied her innocence. She took him deeper into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she struggled not to gag, but the look of determination on her face was unmistakable. Her sister's soft moans only spurred her on, her own desire growing as she watched Cinnamon's face contort with pleasure.

Cinnamon leaned back, her hand sliding down from his hair to his wrist. She guided his hand down her body, her skin hot to the touch, until it rested at the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, and he could see the glistening wetness of her pussy through the red lace. Her eyes never left his as she took his hand and placed it against her, her breath hitching as he felt the slick warmth of her arousal.

Santa's heart thudded in his chest, his body responding to the twins'  despite his better judgment. He allowed his fingers to glide over the fabric, the heat of her sex pulsing against his palm. Cinnamon's hand was still on his, and she began to move his fingers in slow, deliberate circles. The fabric of her lingerie was soaked, the moisture seeping through to his skin as he grew bolder. He felt her swollen clit, the sensitive nub begging for attention, and he gave in to the temptation, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her moan.

Her hand in his hair grew more insistent, her hips rocking in time with his movements. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the sweetness of the cocoa and the warmth of the fireplace. He could feel his own desire rising, his cock throbbing in time with the beating of his heart. He knew he should resist, that his duty was to deliver coal, not to indulge in the pleasures of the naughty, but the sight of the twins before him was too much to bear.

Cherry watched her sister, her own eyes never leaving Santa's. The desire in Cinnamon's gaze was mirrored in hers, and she could see the hunger in the man's eyes. She knew that he wanted them, that he craved the touch of their young, eager bodies. With a wicked smile, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down his spine, "Do you want to fuck us, Santa? Do you want to punish us with your big, thick cock?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with lust and challenge. Cinnamon's eyes grew darker, her pupils dilated with need. She watched as Cherry's hand slid down to her own crotch, her fingers disappearing beneath the damp fabric of her lingerie. She began to rub herself in slow, deliberate circles, her hips moving in time with the rhythm she set. The sight was almost too much for the man in red, his own hand still buried between her thighs, his thumb circling her clit with increasing pressure.

Santa's eyes never left Cinnamon's, the question lingering on her lips like a tempting treat. He knew he shouldn't, but the feel of her warm, wet flesh against his hand was like nothing he had ever experienced. His thumb moved faster, pressing harder, and her moans grew louder, echoing through the quiet halls of the castle. It was as if the very air was charged with sexual energy, the crackling tension making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

The sight of Cherry touching herself was too much for him to resist. He pulled away from Cinnamon's embrace, his breath ragged as he took in the sight before him. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, her eyes glazed with desire. He reached down and lifted her to her feet, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. "If that's what you wish," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

With a wicked smile, Cherry stood, her eyes locked on his. She turned and sailed away, her hips swaying like a siren's call. Cinnamon took his hand, her own eyes gleaming with excitement, and led him through the shadowy halls of the castle. They moved as if in a dream, the candles casting a flickering glow that danced over their skin. They reached the twins' chamber, a room adorned with velvets and silks, the scent of their lust hanging thick in the air.

Cinnamon pushed him down onto the grand four-poster bed, the velvet comforter cool against his back. She straddled his waist, her wetness pressing against him through their clothes. She leaned down, her breath warm on his face, and whispered, "Do you want to feel our tight little cunts, Santa?" The words sent a shiver through him, and he couldn't help but nod.

Her hand slipped down to his cock again, this time unzipping his pants with practiced ease. She pulled his cock out, stroking it gently as she watched his reaction. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the softness of her hand. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his as she lowered herself onto him. The heat of her engulfed him, and he gasped at the sensation. She was so tight, so wet, her muscles contracting around him as if trying to pull him in deeper,

 his cock throb even more.

Santa couldn't believe he was doing this. The weight of his duty to judge and deliver coal and presents were forgotten, replaced by the need to feel more of the twins' warm, willing bodies. He reached up to cup Cinnamon's ass, pulling her down onto him as he began to move his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into the bedspread as she ground against his  cock.

But Cherry wasn't going to be left out. She watched her sister for a moment, a wicked smile playing on her lips, before she shimmied closer. With a grace that belied her innocent facade, she straddled his face, her red lace panties sliding down to reveal her glistening pussy. He took in the sweet, musky scent, his mouth watering with desire. He licked her, tentatively at first, the taste of her making him groan. She was sweet like a Christmas treat, and he found himself eager to devour her.

Her thighs quivered as he licked and kissed her folds, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He felt the heat of her sex against his cheek, her wetness coating his beard as he worked his magic. She began to rock her hips, the pressure of his tongue against her clit driving her wild. She leaned back, her hands gripping the bedpost as she moaned with pleasure. The sight of her riding his face was more erotic than any Christmas tale he had ever heard, the soft slap of her flesh against his cheeks music to his ears.

Cinnamon watched with rapt attention, her own hips moving in time with her sister's. She reached down and began to play with her own clit, her other hand sliding into her mouth to muffle her cries. Her orgasm built like a storm in the distance, the thunder of pleasure rumbling closer with every stroke. The room was a cacophony of sounds—Cherry's moans, the wetness of skin on skin, and the rustle of fabric as they moved together in a dance of desire.

"Oh, Santa, please," Cinnamon begged, her voice a sweet symphony of need. She felt his cock swell even further within her, the pressure exquisite. "Make us cum," she panted, the words a breathless prayer.

Cherry's moan echoed her sister's, her body writhing above his face. She felt the first tremors of pleasure building deep within her core as his tongue danced against her clit. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she knew she was close to the edge. "Yes, Santa," she cried out, "Make us cum."

Her words seemed to spur him on, his tongue moving faster, more insistently. Cinnamon watched, her own orgasm approaching like a freight train as she felt the walls of her pussy contract around his thick cock. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing as she rode him harder, her eyes locked on her sister's face. The sight of Cherry's pleasure was almost too much to bear.

And then, it happened. Like the crack of a whip, the storm of their climax hit them both. Cinnamon threw her head back, her cries of pleasure echoing through the chamber. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip as she came, her juices spilling onto the bed below. Cherry's hips stuttered and jerked as she reached her peak, her pussy pulsing against his mouth. Her cries of "Oh yes, yes Santa," were muffled by the pillow she bit into, her body arching with the intensity of her orgasm.

Santa felt the power of their release, a force that seemed to resonate through every inch of his being. He could feel the energy coursing through him, the magic of their lustful union fueling his own desire. He knew he had to give in, to let go of the last vestiges of his restraint. With a growl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle, he pulled Cinnamon down onto the bed and flipped her over, her plump ass in the air.

Cherry watched, her cheeks still flushed from her own climax, as her sister's body writhed beneath her. She leaned in and kissed Cinnamon's neck, her tongue tracing the line of her spine as she whispered, "Do you think he'll fill us both up with his warm, sticky cum?"

The question seemed to resonate within Santa, his cock still buried deep inside Cinnamon as she nodded, her eyes fluttering closed with the last waves of pleasure. He pulled out with a wet sound that made them both gasp, his cock shiny with her juices. He looked down at the two of them, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes wild with need.

Without a word, Cinnamon climbed off the bed, her body glistening with sweat. She turned to face him, dropping to her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass in the air, the sight of her pink, puckered hole making his cock throb. He knew what she wanted, what they both needed, and he was more than willing to give it to her. He knelt behind her, his cock pointing straight ahead like a compass to pleasure.

Santa positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Cinnamon looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do it," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "Fuck me hard, Santa."

With a growl that seemed to shake the very walls of the castle, he pushed inside her, filling her up in one swift motion. Her moan was deep and guttural, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He gripped her hips tightly, the plush flesh beneath his fingers a testament to her youthful beauty. She began to rock back into him, her movements frantic and needy. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, the feeling of his cock inside her like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Cherry watched the scene unfold before her with a mix of envy and excitement. Her own hand had found its way between her legs, her fingers toying with her clit as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building. She slid two, then three fingers inside herself, her eyes never leaving her sister's face. She matched the rhythm of Cinnamon's movements, her own body begging for the same treatment. The sight of them together was more erotic than any play she had ever conceived of, the raw passion on display a testament to their shared naughtiness.

"Santa," Cinnamon gasped, her voice thick with need, "I want you to fuck my tight ass. I want you to claim us both, make us yours." The words were like a spell, casting a web of desire around the room. Santa's eyes darkened with lust, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulled out of her pussy. He took a moment to line up with her other hole, his cock slick with her juices.

With a gentle push, he began to enter her, the tightness of her ass making him groan with pleasure. Cinnamon's eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted with a mix of pain and ecstasy as she felt herself being stretched open. She pushed back against him, eager to take every inch of his thick, throbbing cock. "Yes," she hissed, "yes, fuck me there, oh gods, it feels so good."

Her words seemed to spur him on, and he began to thrust in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the chamber. Cherry watched, her own hand working her clit, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her second orgasm approaching, her body quivering with excitement.

Santa leaned down, his breath hot against Cinnamon's ear as he whispered, "Mine, all mine." The possessive growl sent a shiver through her, her body responding to his claim. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper, the feeling of his cock stretching her ass more exquisite than she could ever have imagined. The room seemed to spin around them, the only anchor the feeling of him inside her, filling her completely.

Her eyes met her sister's, the green orbs dark with passion as she watched the erotic display before her. Cherry's own hand moved faster, her breath hitching as she felt the climax building once more. She couldn't help but wish she was the one underneath him, feeling the full force of his passion. But watching her sister, the way her body moved, the sounds she made—it was almost as good.

"Oh Santan," Cinnamon moaned, her voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck me harder, oh yes, harder, Sanata." Her words were a siren's song, a symphony of desire that seemed to echo in the very walls of the room. She pushed back into him, her body moving in perfect harmony with his thrusts. The pain and pleasure blurred together, creating a symphony of sensation that threatened to consume her.

Santa's grip tightened on her hips, his own moans mingling with hers as he drove into her with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder, a testament to the intensity of their union. Cinnamon's breasts swayed with each thrust, the nipples peaked and begging for attention. He reached around and pinched one, the sting of pain making her cry out, the sensation only adding to the delicious cocktail of sensations flooding her body.

"Harder," she whimpered, her voice a breathless plea. He complied, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, smacking sound that seemed to echo through the castle. The feeling of fullness was almost overwhelming, and she knew she was close, so close to shattering again. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, a spring ready to snap.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, she was there. "Oh fuck, Santa, yes, yes, oh yes," she screamed, her body arching back as the orgasm tore through her. The pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt before, a white-hot light that filled every corner of her soul. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her ass gripping him like a vice as she came, her juices mixing with the sweat that slicked their bodies.

Her walls clamped down on him, and he could feel his own orgasm approaching. With a roar, he pulled out of her ass and spun her around, his cock painting her stomach and breasts with ropes of thick cum. The warmth of it was surprising, a stark contrast to the coolness of the castle air. Cinnamon watched in awe, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.

With a wicked grin, she took her fingers and smeared the sticky cum over her stomach, swirling it around her navel before tracing a line up to her breasts. The salty tang of it mixed with the sweet scent of their desire, and she couldn't resist the urge to taste. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. The act was so brazen, so naughty, that he found himself even more aroused by her.

"Cherry," he rasped, his voice thick with need. He couldn't believe the depths of depravity he had sunk to, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to bury himself inside her just as he had with Cinnamon. She stepped closer, her own eyes gleaming with lust as she reached out and touched his cock. It was still hard, still eager, and she stroked it gently, watching it pulse in her hand.

"My turn, Santan," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that he couldn't resist. She straddled his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist as she lowered herself onto him. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness that had been building since they had begun their naughty escapade. She was so much smaller than her sister, but just as tight, just as eager to be filled by him.

He watched as she positioned herself, her eyes locked on his. With a seductive smile, she took his cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance. She was already so wet that he slid in easily, the feeling of her warmth around him making him groan. She was like a warm, velvety glove, her pussy walls tight and welcoming.

"Cherry,"  his voice thick with lust. She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's my turn to show you just how naughty I can be, Sanata."

With a sinful grace, Cherry began to move back and forth on his cock, her movements slow and deliberate. The friction was exquisite, the feel of him stretching her out and filling her up making her moan. "You're so big,"  her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "So thick. Oh, I like that."

Her words seemed to inflame his passion, and he gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements. "Does Mrs. Claus fuck you like this?" she teased, her voice a sweet, taunting whisper. "Does she make you feel this good?" The question hung in the air, a challenge that he was all too eager to answer.

With a growl, he stood up, lifting her effortlessly with him. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He hovered over her, his eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of her. Her pink pussy was glistening with her juices, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her. He lowered his mouth to her, licking along the folds of her sex as she writhed beneath him. She was so sweet, like a freshly baked cookie left out for him to devour.

Cherry's eyes widened as she felt the tip of his tongue against her clit. She had never been with anyone who knew exactly how to touch her, who could make her body sing with just the flick of a wrist or a stroke of a tongue. Her hands found his hair, gripping it tightly as she pulled him closer. "Oh, no," He gasped, "No one's ever made me feel like this, not even Mrs. Claus."

The admission seemed to drive him wilder, his tongue moving faster, his mouth suckling on her clit with an enthusiasm that was almost comical. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling within her like a spring. "Do I taste good, Santa?" she managed to ask, her voice breathy with passion.

Santa's eyes flicked up to meet hers, a wicked glint in them as he smacked his lips. "Good enough to eat," before diving back in, his tongue delving into her pussy. She giggled at his words, the sensation tickling, before it gave way to a moan as he found a spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She bucked her hips up, trying to get closer to the source of that sweet agony.

Her fingers tangled in his beard, pulling him closer as she whispered, "Oh, please, fuck me, Santa. Make me a good girl." The desperation in her voice was palpable, and he couldn't resist the siren's call. He sat up, his cock standing at attention, and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked down at her, her eyes pleading, her body trembling with need.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed inside her, feeling the warm, wet embrace of her pussy. She was so tight, so eager, it was as if she had been made just for this moment. He groaned with the pleasure of it, his cock sinking into her depths inch by inch. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer, her hips rising to meet each thrust.

"Oh, Santa," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure. "You feel so good." Her words were like a drug, driving him deeper into the abyss of his lust. He couldn't hold back, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with an almost animalistic need. She met him thrust for thrust, her body a living testament to her desire for him.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving a trail of heat that seemed to burn him from the inside out. "Please," she whimpered, her eyes glazed with passion. "Cum inside of me, Santa. Give me all of you." The desperation in her voice was like a siren's call, one that he couldn't ignore. His own orgasm was building, the pressure like a volcano about to erupt.

He pounded into her, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep within her. Her walls clenched around him, her pussy contracting as she neared her peak. "Oh, yes," she screamed, her body arching off the bed. "Cum in me, I want to feel your warmth fill me up." The words were a command, one that he was powerless to resist.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle, he came, his hot cum spurting into her in thick, pulsing waves. She threw her head back, her own climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her nails dug into his flesh as she rode the crest of pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

He collapsed onto her, his cock still buried deep inside her. For a moment, they lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The room was still, the only sound the ragged gasps of their breathing. Then, slowly, he pulled out of her, the loss of his warmth making her whimper with disappointment.

Both girls lay next to him, Cinnamon on the left side, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She reached out and traced a finger through the mess on her stomach, the act so sensual it made him ache. Cherry, on his right side, was a picture of satisfaction, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half-closed.

"Were we naughty enough for you, Santa?" Cinnamon purred, turning his face towards her. Her smile was wicked, a knowing glint in her eye. He couldn't help but chuckle, the sound low and deep, the vibrations of his chest rumbling against hers.

"Naughty enough and then some," he murmured, his eyes trailing over their sweat-soaked bodies. They were a vision of debauchery, their lingerie in tatters and their skin marked by the evidence of their passion. The room was still heavy with the scent of their desire, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to cling to every surface.

Cherry looked into his eyes, her own sparkling with a mix of mischief and anticipation. "Is there anything you would like to do to us, Santa?" she asked, her voice a soft purr that seemed to wrap around him like a warm embrace. "Anything you must desire?"

Santa took a moment to consider her question, his eyes flicking between the two of them. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their lingerie in tatters, and their skin slick with sweat. He felt a thrill run through him, a sense of power that was as intoxicating as the scent of their arousal. He knew he had crossed a line, but the taste of their wickedness on his tongue was too tempting to resist.

"Cherry," he began, his voice still thick with lust, "I have something in mind, but it's something that will truly test how naughty you both are."

The twins exchanged a look of excitement, the thrill of the unknown adding to their already heightened arousal. "Tell us, Santa," Cinnamon breathed, her hand sliding down her body to toy with her clit, her eyes never leaving his. "What is it?"

Santa leaned in, his breath hot against Cherry's ear as he whispered, "I want to watch you both pleasure each other." The words sent a jolt of electricity through the room, the air crackling with anticipation. The sisters' eyes widened, their faces a picture of shock and intrigue.

With a knowing smile, Cinnamon reached over and took Cherry's hand, guiding it to her own breast. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it spoke volumes of the depraved desires that lay beneath the surface. Cherry's eyes never left Santa's as she began to play with her sister's nipple, rolling it between her fingers until it was a hard, pink peak. The sight of them together was almost too much for him to bear, his cock twitching with renewed interest.

"Is that what you want, Santa?" Cinnamon purred, her voice a sweet, seductive melody that seemed to resonate through the room. "To watch us explore each other's bodies?" She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "We've never done this before, but if it pleases you..."

Without waiting for a response, she pushed Cherry down onto the bed, the younger sister's eyes widening in surprise and excitement. Cinnamon's dominance was palpable, a force that seemed to electrify the very air around them. She straddled Cherry's hips, her own still glistening with the remnants of their earlier passion. Her eyes were dark with desire, her pupils dilated with lust.

Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, a dance of tongues that spoke of the depth of their connection. Cherry's arms wrapped around Cinnamon's neck, pulling her closer, as if trying to meld their bodies into one. The soft moan that escaped her was music to Cinnamon's ears, a sweet symphony that urged her on. She kissed her way down Cherry's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making her sister shiver.

Cinnamon took a moment to admire Cherry's body beneath her, the swells of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs. She slid her hand down, tracing the line of her collarbone before cupping a breast, her thumb flicking the nipple into a hard peak. The sight of her sister's body reacting to her touch was heady, a power she hadn't known she craved. She leaned down and took the nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.

Cherry arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as Cinnamon's teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. Her legs tightened around her sister's waist, her heels digging into the small of her back. Her hands found Cinnamon's hair, pulling her closer, urging her to continue. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, their tongues dueling as the siblings explored the boundaries of their newfound desire.

Santa watched, his cock already beginning to harden once more at the sight of the two of them together. "Cinnamon," he murmured, his voice low and filled with lust, "I want you to taste your sister. Show me just how naughty you both can truly be."

Cinnamon's eyes lit up with excitement, and she leaned down, her tongue tracing a path down Cherry's body. She reached her sister's pussy, the sweet scent of her arousal filling her nostrils. With a wicked smile, she licked a long, slow line from the base of her clit to the top, savoring the taste of her. Cherry's back arched off the bed, a guttural moan escaping her throat.

Santa's eyes never left them, his cock now fully erect again, watching as Cinnamon devoured Cherry's pussy like a starving woman. He reached down and began to stroke himself, the sight too much to bear without some form of relief. The twins' moans grew louder, the sound of Cinnamon's tongue against Cherry's sensitive flesh a symphony of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, Cinnamon," Cherry gasped, her hips bucking against her sister's face. "It feels so good." She had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of her sister's mouth on her was something she never knew she needed. It was taboo, it was wrong, but in that moment, she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted more.

Cinnamon took the words as a challenge, her tongue moving faster, delving deeper into her sister's wetness. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced—sweet and tangy, a flavor that seemed to be made just for her. She moaned against Cherry's clit, the vibrations sending shudders of pleasure through her body.

Santa leaned in, his hand moving to Cherry's clit, his thumb pressing down gently. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that had her hips rising to meet each touch. Cinnamon watched, her own arousal spiking as she saw the effect she was having on her sister. She knew she had to keep going, to push her further.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, the sounds of her sister's pleasure music to her ears. Each whimper, each gasp, each shudder of her body was a testament to her skill. She felt a thrill run through her, a sense of power that was intoxicating. She had never felt this way before, never known that she could be the one in control.

"Does she taste as good as she looks, Cinnamon?" Santa's question was a whispered challenge, his own hand moving to stroke his cock in time with the rhythm of her tongue. Cinnamon's eyes flicked up to meet his, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she pulled back slightly, her tongue still buried in Cherry's pussy. "Better," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "So much better."

The admission sent a jolt of excitement through Cherry, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Oh, Cinnamon," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut. "I never knew..." But before she could finish her sentence, Cinnamon's mouth was back on her, her tongue flicking and teasing with a fervor that left her speechless.

Santa couldn't resist the urge any longer. He positioned himself behind Cinnamon, his cock pressing against her ass. "Is this what you want, Cinnamon?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with lust. "To be fucked by me while you taste your sister?"

Cinnamon's only response was a nod, her eyes never leaving Cherry's face. The younger sister watched in awe as their bodies moved together, the sight of her sister's tongue on her pussy making her even wetter. She felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of trepidation, as she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. "Do it," she breathed, her voice a whispered command. "Fuck her."

With a wicked grin, Santa did as he was told, pushing into Cinnamon as she continued to pleasure Cherry. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, the scent of sex thick in the air. Cinnamon's moans grew louder as she felt the fullness of his cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. It was a feeling she never knew she would crave, but now that she had it, she didn't want it to end.

The siblings moved in perfect harmony, their bodies a tapestry of desire and depravity. Cinnamon's hips rocked back to meet every one of his thrusts, her mouth never leaving Cherry's pussy. The younger sister's eyes went wide as she felt the added pressure of his cock against her own, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced.

"Yes," Cherry breathed, her voice barely audible above their combined moans. "Fuck her, Santa. Show me just how naughty we can all be together."

With a low growl, Santa positioned himself behind Cinnamon, his cock still slick with Cherry's juices. He watched as the siblings' eyes locked, a silent communication that spoke of shared desire and a willingness to indulge in their most forbidden fantasies. He pushed the head of his cock against Cinnamon's tight ass, feeling her tense in anticipation.

"Santa," Cinnamon panted, her voice thick with lust, "please, fuck my ass." The words hung in the air, a heady mix of desire and surrender that made his cock throb with need. He reached down, smearing the last of his cum onto her rosebud, using the natural lubricant to ease his way.

Cherry watched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal, as he pushed the head of his cock against Cinnamon's tight hole. "Yes," Cinnamon hissed, her eyes never leaving his, "fuck me there, make me feel it all." He pushed in slowly, savoring the way she stretched around him, the heat of her ass gripping him like a fist.

Her moan was muffled against her sister's pussy, but the vibrations of it traveled up through Cherry's body, setting her own nerves alight. The sight of them, joined in such a taboo way, was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She reached down, her own hand mimicking the motion of Cinnamon's tongue, her fingers slipping easily into her own wetness.

Santa took her plea as a challenge, his eyes darkening with lust. He pushed in deeper, inch by torturous inch, the sound of Cinnamon's needy whimpers driving him wild. Her body was tight, so unbelievably tight, and it was all he could do to keep from coming immediately. "You're so good," he murmured, his voice a low, guttural rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air. "Such a good girl, taking it like this."

The siblings' love for him was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to pulse through the room with every beat of their hearts. He felt it in the way Cherry's body arched beneath him, her hand moving faster on her clit, and in the way Cinnamon's muscles clenched around his cock, her moans growing more fervent with every thrust. "We love you," Cherry whispered, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and awe. "We've always wanted to make you happy."

Santa looked down at the two of them, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion that was as beautiful as it was depraved. He never knew he could feel like this, never knew he could crave the love of two such wicked creatures. "And you do," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You make me happier than any present ever could."

With those words, the intensity in the room grew, a palpable energy that seemed to thicken the air. Cherry felt her own orgasm building, her body tightening around the fingers that danced over her clit. Cinnamon's moans grew louder, the sound of her pleasure mixing with the slap of skin on skin as Santa took her from behind.

The sight of her sister's face, lost in ecstasy, was almost too much for Cinnamon to handle. She felt the pressure building, the need for release growing stronger with every stroke of her tongue. "Cherry," she panted, her voice muffled by her sister's pussy, "I'm going to cum, oh fuck, oh sissy, oh god, I'm going to cum."

Cherry's eyes widened at the sound of Cinnamon's words, the knowledge that her sister was on the brink sending her own orgasm spiraling closer. She reached down, her own hand joining Cinnamon's, their fingers dancing together in a symphony of pleasure. "Do it," she urged, her voice breathless, "let it go, let me feel it with you."

Cinnamon's body tightened around his cock, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Santa," she whimpered, "please, let me cum." He groaned, feeling the pressure build within him, his own orgasm just a breath away. "Go ahead, my naughty girl," he grunted, his hips moving faster. "Let it go."

With a scream that echoed through the castle, Cinnamon's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. Her dark hole clamped down on his cock, her muscles rippling around him as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent cry as she swallowed her sister's climax, her own juices mixing with Cherry's.

Cherry watched, her own orgasm building, the sight of Cinnamon's pleasure pushing her over the edge. She felt the first tremors of her release, her pussy contracting around her sister's fingers. "Oh, sissy," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm going to cum too."

The words seemed to spur Cinnamon on, her tongue moving faster against Cherry's clit as she felt her own body begin to spasm with pleasure. "Santa," she panted, her voice barely a whisper, "please, let me cum. I need it."

Santa's response was a gruff nod, his own orgasm threatening to spill forth. He watched as Cherry's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed as Cinnamon's skilled mouth brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Yes," he grunted, his grip on Cinnamon's hips tightening, "you may cum, my naughty little elf."

The permission was all it took. With a keening cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the castle, Cherry's body convulsed in a powerful climax. Her pussy spasmed around Cinnamon's tongue, her juices flooding the older sister's mouth. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

As Cherry's orgasm subsided, Cinnamon pulled back, her own need for release growing more urgent. She looked up at Santa, her eyes glazed with desire, and whispered, "Please, I need it too." The words were all he needed to hear. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock with a force that made her gasp.

With every thrust, he could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for the release she craved. He watched as she reached back, her hand gripping the base of his cock, guiding him deeper into her ass. The sight of her taking him so eagerly was too much to bear. He brought his hand back and spanked her, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the chamber.

Cinnamon's yelp of pain was music to his ears, the sting mixing with the pleasure in a delicious symphony that made his cock throb even more. She pushed back onto him, her eyes never leaving his, a silent plea for more. He complied, his hand coming down again and again, the smack of skin a steady rhythm that matched the pace of his fucking.

Her body was a canvas of passion, her skin flushed and marked by his touch. She writhed beneath him, her pussy wet and swollen, begging for attention. He knew he couldn't ignore it, not when she was so close. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in tight circles. The sound of her moans grew louder, her body tightening around him, and he knew she was close.

With one last, hard thrust, he felt his own orgasm approaching. He could feel it building in his balls, the pressure growing until it was all he could think about. He gritted his teeth, holding back the tide of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to savor this moment, to make it last as long as possible.

But the sight of Cinnamon's beautiful ass clenching around his cock, the feel of her pussy contracting against his thumb, it was too much. He roared with the force of his climax, his cum shooting deep into her ass as he filled her completely. She screamed, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt him spurt inside her, her own orgasm cresting with his.

The room was a cacophony of moans and cries as the three of them rode the waves of their shared climax. Cinnamon's body tightened around him, her ass muscles milking every drop of cum from his cock as she shuddered with pleasure. The sight of his seed leaking out around his shaft made him growl, a feral sound that seemed to echo through the very walls.

As his orgasm subsided, Santa pulled out of Cinnamon's ass, his cock still hard and covered in their combined juices. He watched as the siblings collapsed onto the bed, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "You girls are going to kill me one day," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and exhaustion.

Cherry giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But what a way to go," she teased, reaching up to kiss him. Her hand found his cock, still hard and pulsing with need. "But what about the presents?" she whispered, her voice a playful challenge.

Santa groaned, his thoughts swirling with the reality of his predicament. "We've been naughty," he said, his eyes dark with lust, "but we can't forget the children." He looked at the siblings, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and desire. "We'll just have to make sure we get back to the North Pole in time."

The twins looked at each other, a wicked glint in their eyes. "But what if you didn't leave?" Cinnamon suggested, her voice a seductive whisper. "What if you stayed here with us, and we showed you just how much we appreciate all the joy you bring?"

Santa's eyes narrowed, the temptation in her words almost too much to resist. "You know I can't," he said, his voice strained with desire. "I have responsibilities, a world of children waiting for me."

But as he looked at them, the sight of their knees pressed together, their faces flushed and their bodies still trembling with the aftermath of their passionate encounter, he felt his resolve waver. The way their breasts rose and fell with every breath, the way their eyes shone with unabashed need, it was a temptation that tested even his strongest virtues.

Cherry's pout grew more pronounced, her lower lip quivering as a tear rolled down her cheek. "But Santa," she whined, her voice a siren's song of seduction, "it's Christmas Eve. Can't you spare a little more time for your favorite naughty girls?"

Cinnamon echoed her sister's sentiment, her own eyes glossy with unshed tears. "We've been so good, waiting all year for you," she added, her voice a soft whine that seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket of temptation.

Santa felt his chest tighten with an emotion he couldn't quite name. Their pleading expressions were a potent cocktail of innocence and depravity that made his knees weak. He took a deep breath, trying to remember the reasons he had come here tonight, the promise of the innocent children waiting for him across the globe. But their sweetness, their willingness to indulge in the darkest of desires, it was like a drug, a siren's call that grew louder with every passing moment.

Cinnamon leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "What would you like us to do, so you will stay with us?" Her voice was a silken promise, a seductive invitation to explore the deepest recesses of their shared desires. The idea of more, of staying with them and seeing just how far they would go, was tempting beyond measure.

Santa's resolve wavered, the sweetness of their offer almost too tempting to refuse. He leaned back, his eyes sweeping over their entwined bodies, the evidence of their passion still glistening on their skin. "Anything?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of need.

Cinnamon nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "Anything, Santa," she breathed. "We'll be your little elves, ready to serve you in every way you desire." Cherry's eyes lit up with mischief as she watched the internal battle playing out on his face. "We know you want more," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Let us show you just how much we appreciate you."

With a growl that was part lust and part frustration, Santa gave in. "Alright," he said, his voice gruff with desire. "If you truly wish to keep me here, then you must show me how much you really want me." He leaned back, watching them with a predatory gaze as they shifted on the bed, their bodies moving in a way that spoke of eagerness and experience.

Cinnamon slithered closer, her eyes never leaving his. She whispered in his ear, her breath warm and sweet, "Anything you want, Santa. We're yours to command." The words sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching with anticipation. He knew he was playing with fire, but the flames of their desire were too tempting to resist.

"I want you both," he growled, his voice deep and demanding. "Together." The twins' eyes lit up with excitement, a silent understanding passing between them. They shifted on the bed, their bodies moving in a seductive dance that had him leaning back, his cock standing at full attention.

Cinnamon straddled him once more, her ass still wet from their previous encounter. She reached back, her fingers teasing at her own hole as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was exquisite, his cock sliding into her with an ease that spoke of their shared passion. She moaned, her body already greedy for more.

"Oh Santa," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine emotion, "we love you so much." The words seemed to hang in the air, a declaration of love and lust that resonated through the room. Cherry watched, her own arousal building as she saw the look on her sister's face. It was a look she knew well, a mix of love and hunger that was as potent as it was terrifying.

Santa felt his chest tighten, the words striking a chord deep within him. He had never been loved like this before, never been worshipped with such unbridled passion. His eyes locked onto Cinnamon's, his hand reaching up to cup her face. "I love you too, my naughty little elf," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

The siblings shared a look that spoke of a bond stronger than any he had ever known. The love between them was palpable, a fiery passion that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. It was a love that was as much about desire as it was about power, about giving in to the darkest of impulses and letting go of all inhibitions.

Santa felt his cock pulse at the sight of Cinnamon, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with her own juices. He knew that he couldn't resist the temptation, that he had to have her, had to claim her in the most primal of ways. He stood behind her, his hand coming up to caress her cheek before he bent her over the edge of the bed.

The wood was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that was building within her. She gasped as she felt the first smack against her ass, the sting making her jump. "You belong to me now," he growled, his hand coming down again. "Your body, your pleasure, it's all mine."

With each smack, Cinnamon could feel her resolve crumbling, the desire to submit to him growing stronger. She had never felt so wanted, so desired, and the power he wielded over her was intoxicating. She bit her lip, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Yours," she murmured, the word barely a whisper.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "I didn't hear you, Cinnamon."

Her eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and excitement, she leaned back, her breasts jiggling with the movement. "I said," she panted, her voice a seductive whisper, "I'm yours, Santa. All of me." The words seemed to hang in the air, a declaration of surrender that sent a thrill down his spine.

Santa's hand hovered over her ass, the heat from her skin warming his palm. He could feel the tension building, the anticipation of his next move, and he knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Now, let's see if you can handle a little more."

With that, he brought his hand down again, a little harder this time, watching as Cinnamon's body jolted with pleasure. The sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was like a symphony, a sweet melody that played in time with her whimpers of pleasure. He could see the marks he was leaving on her, the red handprints standing out starkly against her pale skin.

"Again," he ordered, his voice a dark whisper. Cinnamon's eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in short gasps as she whispered, "I'm yours, Santa."

He stepped back, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined juices. The siblings looked at him with hungry eyes, their bodies trembling with the anticipation of what was to come. He knew that he had them exactly where he wanted them, and the power was a heady aphrodisiac that went straight to his head.

"On your knees," he said, his voice firm and commanding. The siblings didn't hesitate, moving with a grace that belied their haste. They knelt before him, their heads bent in submission, their eyes never leaving his cock. He felt a thrill run through him, the sight of them so eager to please, so desperate to satisfy his every whim.

Cherry was the first to lean forward, her lips parting to take him in. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around his head in a way that made him groan. Cinnamon watched, her own need growing as she saw the pleasure on her sister's face. She leaned in, her mouth joining the fray, their tongues tangling around his shaft as they worked in unison to clean him off.

The sight of them together was almost too much for Santa to handle. He gripped their hair, guiding them as they took turns, their mouths moving in a silent symphony of desire. He could feel his cock growing harder with every pass of their tongues, the siblings' shared hunger for him driving him wild.

"Good," he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval. "Now, I want both of you to suck me at the same time." The twins looked up at him, their eyes shining with excitement. They leaned in closer, their lips meeting around the head of his cock. He watched as they kissed each other, their tongues playing over his shaft in a display that was as beautiful as it was depraved.

He felt his cock swell even further at the sight, the siblings' shared love and lust a potent aphrodisiac that had him dangerously close to the edge. "Take turns," he instructed, his voice tight with desire. "I want to feel both of your mouths on me."

The twins nodded eagerly, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They leaned in, their breath hot on his skin, and took turns sucking him, their tongues swirling around his shaft. Each time they switched, they would kiss each other deeply, sharing his taste with a passion that seemed to fuel their own.

Cherry's mouth was like velvet, her teeth grazing lightly against his sking as she took him in, he would look into her eyes, and see a innocent little girl. Cinnamon was more of the wild one, aggressive, her tongue lashing against  his head as she took his cock as ddp as she could, her throat constricting around him in a delicious display of skill.

He watched the siblings, their heads moving in a synchronized rhythm that was mesmerizing. His cock was a battleground of pleasure, the two of them fighting for dominance in their quest to please him. He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening with every suck and lick.

"Oh girls," he moaned, his voice thick with lust. "You are doing a wonderful job." His praise seemed to spur them on, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate to bring him to the brink. "Such good girls," his thumbs brushing against their cheeks as they worked his shaft.

Cherry took him deep, her throat tightening around his cock as she fought to swallow him whole. She could feel her own juices dribbling down her legs, her pussy begging for attention. Cinnamon watched her sister, the sight of her taking him so eagerly making her own desire grow. She leaned in, her mouth closing around the base of his cock as she took him in hand.

Together, the siblings worked him, their mouths moving in a silent symphony of desire. Their eyes met, a silent communication that spoke of their love for each other, their love for this depraved version of Christmas. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of their wet mouths the only thing that filled the room.

Santa's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt the pressure building. "Make me cum," he begged, his voice a desperate whisper. "Make your naughty Santa cum." The siblings looked up at him, their eyes shining with mischief, their mouths still moving in unison around his cock.

Cherry pulled back, her mouth a tight 'O' around his shaft as she sucked harder. Cinnamon followed suit, their heads bobbing in sync as they worked to bring him to climax. The sight of them, so eager, so hungry for his pleasure, was more than he could take. "Faster," he urged, his hand moving to the base of his cock, his thumb brushing against their cheeks.

They obeyed, their mouths moving with a renewed vigor. He felt the first spurt of cum shoot out, painting the back of Cherry's throat. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his. Cinnamon took his cock in her mouth, her own climax approaching as she felt the heat of his seed. The taste was like nothing they had ever experienced before, a heady mix of desire and power that seemed to electrify their very souls.

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