Naughty Santa indulges in self-pleasure after a hectic Christmas

After a hectic Christmas, Naughty Santa found himself feeling rather naughty himself. His belly bulged from all the cookies and milk he had been indulging in, but the real treat he craved was his own personal pleasure. He slipped into his favorite silk robe, the one his reindeer had bought him years ago, and made his way to the bathroom. There, under the warm spray of the shower, he let his inhibitions wash away. His hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of his twink physique. He teased himself, his fingers dancing over his throbbing member, before sliding them deeper, exploring the depths of his ass. The pleasure was overwhelming, a testament to the magic of the season. This was a Christmas wish he had been waiting for all year, a gift only he could give himself. The steam filled the room, obscuring his form, but his moans echoed through the house, a holiday tradition unlike any other.