Spreading Holiday Cheer With Kesha Ortega

So there I am, wrapped in red velvet, hat tilted like I actually earned the title. Then Kesha strolls up and you can forget every good intention on the list. She’s thick, tan, tits barely contained, and that big fat ass of hers has a mind of its own. One grin and my belt’s halfway loose. I lean her over the chair like it’s my workshop bench, shove that tiny skirt up, peel those panties down, and that slick little slit is already winking back at me. Last thing on my mind is milk and cookies when I’ve got my hands spreading those cheeks, cock already out, slapping heavy between them. Holly Jolly never looked so dirty.