Forgive me, Santa, I have been a naughty, naughty girl.

I don't care if my stocking is filled with coal. I'd gladly stay on the naughty list as long as they keep filling me with their release every night.

Oh, Santa. They may dress like you, fill my bedroom with naughty little treats, and make all my secret Christmas wishes come true, but I have one last request...

Help me uncover who the three masked men are. The ones that chase me through my office, stalk me like I'm their prey, and make my body hum with pleasure like they own every inch of me.

Your naughtiest girl always,

Holly xx