In the enchanting workshop of the North Pole, where magic flowed as freely as the snow, Santa’s helper found herself alone, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she reached for the sleek, obsidian-black dildo that lay on the workbench before her.
The toy seemed to hum with a tantalizing energy, as if it held the secrets of pleasure within its smooth curves. With a wicked smile playing on her lips, the elf maiden lifted her skirts, revealing creamy skin tinged with frosty patterns that danced like frost on a winter’s morn.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she traced the tip of the