Rub Down Reckoning

Mrs. Claus in the workshop late at night

Red suit half off,

body looking right

She whispers come here baby,

got a special treat

Rub you down real slow till you can't take the heat

(fuck yeah)

She says hold on tight,

I'm about to blow your mind

Hands sliding down, leaving nothing behind

Misses Clause rub down,

fuck me till I scream

Santa's little helper making all my wet dreams

Rub it harder baby,

don't you fucking stop

Holiday heatwave,

riding to the top

(oh god yeah)

She talks dirty while she works that magic touch

Tells me I'm the one she wants to fuck so much

Candy cane kisses, body wrapped in lace

Making Christmas morning with her pretty face (haha,

you like that?)

Misses Clause rub down,

fuck me till I scream

Santa's little helper making all my wet dreams

Rub it harder baby,

don't you fucking stop

Holiday heatwave,

riding to the top

(oh god yeah)

She moans my name,

body shaking wild

This Christmas present

got me going wild

Misses Clause rub down,

fuck me till I scream

Santa's little helper making all my wet dreams

Rub it harder baby,

don't you fucking stop

Holiday heatwave,

riding to the top

(oh god yeah)

Rub down... rub down...