Can I open up? There is nothing sexier than Christmas. What? Open your eyes! What’s this? Look stupid. I see a Santa hat. Exactly. Sexy Santa. Sexy Santa. Sexy Santa. Put it on.
Sexy Santa. Put it on. Put it on! Woo! Jill and Jack have Santa sex. Oh my. Flex for me fat man! Ooh. I need your holly jolly in my mistletoe. Let Santa work his holiday magic. Yes Mr. Claus. Have you been a bad girl? Very, very bad. Well naughty girls get my special rock in their stocking. Ohh!
Ooo. Oh! Jill and Jack ride the sleigh. Naughty. Nice. Naughty! Nice! Mount the rooftop. Oh, down the chimney. Bring me pleasure Santa. I go all night until Christmas morning. Ooh. I see. I see. The surprise.
Oh. Oh. Ahhh. Jill and Jack celebrate. I need my sexy Santa.
I need another sleigh ride. Santa only rides one night a year. Where’s your hat? Sexy Santa. Put it on! Santa’s ride is over. Oh, screw that. I say when it’s over. If I want Christmas from
November until February, then I’ll have it. I suppose I could gas back up the sleigh. Put your hat on and come pleasure me… Sexy Santa, please me. Please me. Please me. It’s kind of catchy. I call it the Christmas sex anthem.
Sexy Santa. Pleasure me. Pleasure me. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Pleasure me. Pleasure me. You ruin it every time you do that. Its just. Its not sexy. Can we poll it guys? Sexy Santa. Pleasure me!