Fucking Santa

Fucking Santa desperately wanted a Harry Potter wand that they sometimes put down their trousers. It should be a somewhat surprising exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who felt that this idea was stunning. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand is the thing to select.

Fucking Santa craved for a vibrator to play with. This might appear to be a fairly different proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a vibrator would be the thing that was selected.

Fucking Santa craved for a custard pie that they liked to play with. It was a fairly unusual action, to you, but not to the Santa, who thought that the idea was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a custard pie was the item that was selected.

Fucking Santa desperately craved for a painting of a melon that they would smash. This seems a fairly unusual thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea was fun. Remarkably, a painting of a melon was the chosen item.

Fucking Santa desperately craved for a cheese grater that they would occasionally insert somewhere. This could be considered a somewhat surprising action, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a cheese grater is the item to select.

Fucking Santa desperately desired a mug that they liked to smash. This seems to be a fairly odd operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who assumed that this idea was awesome. Bizarrely, a mug is the thing that was chosen.