Santa stood, his hands gliding up her legs, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. He reached the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it, revealing her nylon-clad thighs. His fingers traced the delicate fabric, and Kitty's breath quickened as she felt the heat between her legs.

"Your wish is my command, my naughty temptress," he said, his voice a low growl. "And I intend to give you the punishment you desire. But first, let me worship you as you deserve."

With that, Santa lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin behind Kitty's knee. He kissed and nibbled his way up her inner thigh, his breath hot against her nylons. Kitty's body trembled, her desire building with each touch, each kiss. She wanted to feel him inside her, to be filled with his passion, but Santa was taking his time, teasing her with his skilled touch.

"Please, Santa," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I've been so naughty, I need your punishment."

Santa chuckled, a deep, sensual sound that sent shivers down Kitty's spine. "Patience, my dear. I want to savor every moment of this encounter."

He stood, his eyes locking with hers, and Kitty saw the desire burning in his gaze. Without a word, he unbuttoned his velvet blazer, revealing a muscular chest that glistened in the firelight. Kitty's mouth went dry as she took in the sight of his powerful physique.

"Come, let me show you just how naughty I can be," he whispered, taking her hand and leading her towards the bedroom.

As they crossed the threshold, Kitty felt a surge of anticipation. She knew that this night would be unforgettable, and she couldn't wait to see what Santa had in store for her. The bedroom was bathed in a soft, sensual light, and the air was filled with the scent of vanilla and spice. Santa guided her to the bed, his hands exploring her body as he kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers.