Silver beard grandpa in Long John's serviced by younger

Silence.

You mentioned, I mean, it's hard to see.

Yeah, I could do that.

It's hard.

It's hard.

You're not talking to me.

Santa, what gets you hard?

Yeah, somebody asked what gets you hard.

You.

Yeah, all right.

My elf, my lover elf.

I love to be sucked.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good job.

Such a good dog.

That's how I like that.

I know you can't see it.

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

I'm going to get old.

Bye.

Scott.

I want you to grab my ears and face.

I don't know what they can see.

You stay right there.

No, he's not.

Leave that fucking thing on.

Leave that fucking thing on.

I can't.

I can't.

Let me say it's always so nice to have a ***.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Bye.

Santa's an awfully jumpy fella.

What's wrong Santa?

He's sick.

What's wrong Santa?

You want to give him a load, Sam?

Pull that milk right out of that cock, Sam.

Come on, Sam.

Oh, Sam.

Oh, Sam.

Oh, Sam wants to bust his nuts.

Oh, look at Sam.

Look at Sam.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, Sam.

Oh, yeah.

Sticker time, Sam.

Ha ha ha.

You're in control, Sam.

Oh, yeah.

It's Merry Christmas to me.

Oh, yeah.

Sam.

I like you Elf.

Yeah.

Holy cow.

Oh, okay.

Oh, shit.

And they think Santa's in charge.

Santa Claus appears.

I'm tired.

Oh, shit.

No, I'm not.

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