THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION: creaming on Daddies spicy erotica

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry f*****g Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My c**k just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up, signaling a perfect start. I’m Jacob, and I know you’re wondering how a loser who got dumped by his girlfriend just days ago is about to f**k the one and only Angela White. It all started because of one comment. I was casually trying to vent about the breakup when my best friend Luke looked over my shoulder and said, “Dude. Check it out. BRAZZERS just posted a video. It says, ‘Having a bad Christmas? Send a sad story in the comments below and win a free shoot with one of our best pornstars in the business.’ Bet that’ll cheer you up.” “Come on, write something,” he urged. “Sure, whatever.” “Gf left me three weeks before Christmas because apparently my d**k game is mid. Now I’ll be alone jerking off to Brazzers instead of being in one. Thanks, Santa.” I clicked send, still convinced I had zero chance. Until the next morning. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. “No f*****g way…” The DM read: “Congratulations, your comment hit 2.7 million likes overnight. You’ve won a private Christmas shoot with Angela White. Flight leaves tomorrow.” “Luke…Luke!” I yelled. “What… what?” He rushed into my bedroom. “Holy s**t, Luke ! I’m banging a pornstar for Christmas!” Well, anyway… that’s how I ended up here. ANGELA WHITE POV The second the director yelled “ACTION!” the fake snow started falling harder. I was already soaked. The red velvet bikini top clung to my t**s, white fur trim drenched in sweat, bells clamped tight on my n*****s ringing with every breath I took. He ripped the green elf jacket off. And then… Jesus f*****g Christ. There it was. The only reason I’d begged for this shoot. I love it when they reveal their c**k. His c**k—already half-hard and massive, thick as my wrist and mapped with veins—sprang free, slapped heavily against his abs, then bounced forward until the flushed head hit my lips. I gasped. Out loud. On camera. Didn’t even try to hide it. The crown glistened with pre-c*m, practically daring me to open wide. I couldn’t wait to let it ruin my throat. Before I could finish the thought, Jacob grabbed the base and slapped it across my cheek. Hard. The wet slap echoed through the whole soundstage. His huge c**k swelled even harder on impact, the head now dripping a long string of pre-c*m that landed straight on my tongue. I didn’t wait. I grabbed his thick c**k and shoved it in my mouth. “GLURK—MMMPH—GLURK!” The head punched my throat, stretched it wide. Spit exploded out the sides of my mouth in thick ropes, pouring down my t**s, soaking the white fur beard collar. I gagged hard—HURK-GLURK—eyes watering, mascara running black, but I forced myself deeper until my nose was crushed against him and my throat spasmed around every inch. He grabbed my Santa hat like f*****g reins and took over. Face-f**k from hell. “Take it, Santa, choke on that elf c**k—” He slammed in so hard my whole body jerked forward, t**s bouncing, bells screaming ding-ding-ding-ding. Spit swung off my chin in long strings, splattering the snow. I couldn’t breathe, throat burning, but my p***y was throbbing so bad I had to rub my c**t right there on my knees. He yanked me off by the hat, strings of spit still connecting my lips to his c**k. “Up. Now!” One move and he threw me onto the golden sleigh throne, legs spread wide. I grabbed the thick candy-cane dildo from the prop pile, licked it sloppy, then shoved it between my t**s. Jacob straddled my chest and started pounding my cleavage raw, the candy cane grinding under his shaft, sticky sugar mixing with my spit. Every thrust made my bells jingle like I was a f*****g Christmas ornament. Then he grabbed a shiny red glass ornament—big, bulb-shaped, cold—and dragged it through my dripping folds. “Hold still.” He pushed it into my ass slow, the cold glass stretching me open until only the little metal hook stuck out. I gasped, legs already shaking. He dove in face-first. Tongue on my c**t, three fingers slamming my G-spot, ornament twisting in my ass. “F-f**k—Jacob—GLRRK—” My thighs started trembling uncontrollably, boots kicking the air. First squirt hit at thirty seconds—huge arc that splashed his face and the camera lens. My legs shook so hard the bells on my n*****s blurred. He stood up, lined that monstrous c**k up, and slammed balls-deep in one brutal stroke. “FUCKKK!” It hurt so good—my p***y tore open around him, walls stretching to the limit, a visible bulge in my stomach every time he bottomed out. He grabbed my thighs, lifted me into a standing carry right in front of the Christmas tree, and started bouncing me like a fucktoy. Ornaments crashed to the floor with every thrust. “Tell the camera whose p***y this is.” “Yours—f**k—Jacob owns this cunt—HNNG!” My legs wrapped around him, shaking violently, heels digging into his ass. Second squirt gushed down his balls, dripping into the fake snow. He dropped me onto the Naughty List table, flipped me reverse cowgirl, and went feral. CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP—my ass smashing against him so hard the table legs screeched. He grabbed the candy-cane prop and spanked me until my cheeks were striped red and white. “f**k your ho ho ho—I’m decking your halls till you can’t walk, Santa!” Every thrust tore me wider, p***y raw, c**t swollen. My legs gave out completely, trembling like I was being electrocuted. He dragged me down into the snow, face-down ass-up, pinned my wrists with one hand, wrapped the fluffy beard around my throat with the other, and railed me prone-bone. Full weight. No mercy. THUMP-THUMP-THUMP—c**k punching my cervix so deep I saw stars. The ornament still in my ass shifted with every stroke. My whole body shook, legs kicking uselessly, p***y spasming. “Tear me—f*****g tear my p***y—make it hurt so gooood!” I screamed it into the snow. Third squirt flooded everything, soaking his thighs. He flipped me to my knees one last time, fist in my hat, yanked my head back. “Open that slut mouth—NOW.” I opened wide. Tongue flat, eyes up, begging like the greedy Christmas w***e I am. He exploded. His c*m slashed across my face, my t**s, and the last shot went straight down my throat, so deep I gagged on it mid-swallow. I looked straight into the lens, voice still shaky, his warm c*m bubbling on my lips. “Merry… f*****g… Christmas, bitches.”