You couldn't believe your eyes.
There she stood, in front of the cheap plastic Christmas tree that adorned your apartment.
She wore a red 'top' that barely covered her torso, her gravity defying chest wrapped in red gossamer ribbon tape. A blue ribbon pinned between her clavicles.
Down below were matching red shorts, except they were cut our and didn't even try covering up her crotch and genitalia.
"Kronii why are you..."
Her blue eyes stare at you, an angry and embarrassed pout on her face.
"Y-You have no idea how much I wanted to die when I left that 'store'....you better appreciate this anon..."
Her arms, covered in cut out sleeves reach out and her hands start rubbing on your groin.
You didn't disappoint her, showing your appreciation by how rock hard you had gotten.
Your hand reaches for her cheek, her demure gaze locked at you as your head bows forward and you plant a sloppy kiss on her lips.
The two of you tonguefucked each other's faces. Your wandering hands sliding under the ribbon and grabbing that wonderful udder flesh.
Kronii gently pushes you forward, towards the sofa, your kneels buckle as you fall backwards on your ass. Kronii pushing your shoulders.
She shyly looks away, her fingers in the meanwhile then spread her luscious lips, her chimney open and wet.
"W-What are you waiting for? Whip out your Santa, idiot," you're not sure if you're horny or amused by this Christmas dirty talk.
You push your shorts down, your "Santa" now fat, jolly and red like many common depictions of Old Nick.
She then lowers herself, unlike an old fat man down the chimney, this entry was far smoother.
"A-Ahhh" she gasps in shivered pleasure as your dick slides inside smoothly. You clench your teeth at the enjoyable sensation.
Kronii rides you like a sleigh, humping forward and backward as her pussy slams into your crotch.
She plants your face between the valley of her breasts, like the glaciers of the artic. You grunt into them like a reindeer buck fucking a doe in heat. Your tongue collecting the coalescing warm breast sweat.
Kronii moaned due to the sexual high, you felt every twitch and shiver of her muscles as she orgasmed several times in the course of your Christmas intercourse.
You weren't left in cold either as your cum, white and clear like snow gets pumped into her like stuffing.
By the end of it the two of you are panting and tired, Kronii resting on top of you, silently enjoying the post-sex glow. Your dick still submerged deep inside.
You can feel the haggard breaths from her mouth in your ear.
"Merry Christmas"
She whispers with a joyous and teary smile.
You smile as well, planting a final kiss on the lips of the second-greatest Christmas present you've ever received.
Topped only by next year.
When you had to spend Christmas Eve in the hospital with Kronii.
Spending it in the maternity ward.