She told me that she was a real live elf from the North Pole and that unless I wanted to end up on Santa’s permanent Naughty List, I’d better get to work ripping off her clothes and slamming my cock up her ass.

I wasn’t completely sure she was telling the truth, I mean what was she doing so far south if she was one of Santa’s elves?

I decided not to risk it though, threw her over my shoulder, took her into the house, tossed her face down on the bed, and tore off her clothes like wrapping paper.

A bit of spit on her tiny asshole and I was ramming her squirming, squealing body like I wanted to break her. After she cleaned my cock with her mouth, I turned away for a second, and when I turned back, she was gone.

A letter was in the middle of my bed though. It said, “I’ll be back next year.”