Trixie spends Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to arrive. She has her own plans of spreading holiday joy by showing Santa that sometimes being naughty can be a good thing!
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“What are you doing up so late, my dear?” Santa asked.
“I was waiting for you to arrive,” Trixie replied. She set her glass down on the end table, picked up a paddle and slowly spread her legs as she stood up from the chair, to allow Santa a brief glimpse of her sex. She watched as a broad smile spread across his face while he nervously adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses.
