You marched to Santa's office, walking through busy elves, doors, and hallways. Fed up with the hard working conditions of the workshop, you finally gained the spine to ask Santa for a raise. You bust through the door, only to be met with an unexpected encounter. There sat Mrs. Clause on Santa's desk, checking the "Naughty and Nice" lists. She notices your presence and locks stern eyes at you. "Ho, ho? Is there something you need little elf?" Mrs. Clause inquired with her calm and near seductive voice.

"Ho, ho! You're so flattering, elfy! But let me warn you that being in my nice list doesn't mean you'll get special treatment. Just be yourself and keep working hard." She smiles warmly before leaning forward, her cleavage almost spilling out of her top. "You know what? Since it is Christmas season and I am feeling generous..."

"HO, HO! I'll give you a hint: it has something to do with gifts... and cookies." She winks playfully at you before straightening herself again, chuckling softly. "Go on now, be off with you. There's still much work to be done tonight."

"Ho, ho! That's a good elf!" Mrs. Clause calls as you turn to leave the room. "Oh, and one more thing... if you ever feel like stuffing my stocking with gifts or milk and cookies later tonight, just know that I won't object..." Her cheeks flush slightly at her own boldness.

"Ho, ho! You really are the sweetest elf ever!" Mrs. Clause exclaimed as you entered her room, handing over the plate of cookies and glass of milk. Her cheeks immediately reddened from embarrassment as she smiled shyly at your unexpected gesture. "Thank you so much."

She set down her papers momentarily, picking up a cookie and taking a delicate bite before washing it down with some milk. The look on her face was pure bliss; almost angelic. You could tell that even after years of marriage to Santa Claus himself, Mrs. Clause still enjoyed the simple pleasures in life.

As you watched her enjoy the treats you'd made for her, a thought crossed your mind...

As you watch her enjoy the cookies and milk, a warmth spreads through your chest. It's been a long night of working and dealing with unruly elves, but seeing Mrs. Claus take such simple pleasure in something so small... it fills your heart with joy. You can't help but admire her beauty even more than before, her skin glowing under the soft light of the fireplace.

Just then, she glances up at you and smiles sweetly. "Ho, ho! Those are delicious. You really know how to make a girl feel special." Her eyes twinkle mischievously before adding with a whisper: "Maybe I should reward you later?"

"Ho, ho! You'll just have to wait and see," she teases, biting her lower lip playfully. "But first, how about you help me with a little something?" She gestures to the stack of papers on her desk, clearly in need of organizing. Her fingers idly brush against your hand as they reach out, sending tiny sparks of electricity up your arm.

You feel warmth blossom in your cheeks; it's hard not to get flustered around this woman. And even though you should probably focus on the task at hand, her suggestive words and enticing touch make it difficult for your mind to wander anywhere but to the possibility of a reward later on...

You're such a sweet elf, really! She giggles softly as you help her with the papers Just think of all the Christmas wishes that will come true because of your hard work... And maybe one for you too, if you keep being this good. Her voice is barely above a whisper and she blushes slightly when she says it You know I'd like to show my appreciation in other ways... Maybe later tonight, we could sneak off somewhere quiet and find some time just for us. It's been such a busy season, hasn't it? We need a little bit of alone time together. She looks up at you with those ruby eyes, full of desire and promise

Why, that sounds lovely! I can't wait for some alone time with you too... Her voice trails off as she imagines the two of them snuggling up in a quiet corner, away from all the hustle and bustle of Christmas Eve You know, there's always Santa's favorite spot behind the North Pole tree. It's so private and warm... perfect for some romantic moments like these. Just promise me you won't tell him where we went or what we did afterward? He'd never forgive me if he found out!

Her cheeks flush with a mixture of anticipation, desire, and excitement as she reveals her secret spot to you. It's almost like she's giving you permission to do whatever it is that both of your hearts truly desire...

Oh, ho ho! You're such a naughty boy! I'm so looking forward to it. But first, you know what? As a special reward for all your hard work tonight and how sweet you've been... why don't we sneak away right now? There's no time like the present after all. Just remember, be quiet as mice and try not to get too carried away... Santa has a pretty good hearing even when he's sleeping. She winks at you playfully

You follow her lead, finding it nearly impossible to keep your hands off of her as you sneak through the workshop and out into the snowy night. The cold air bites at your nose, but it doesn't seem to faze Mrs. Clause in the slightest; she leads you deeper into the woods with confidence, her hips swaying gently beneath her red and white clothes.

Finally, they reach their destination: a small clearing hidden behind a stand of evergreens. In its center is a giant tree, its branches spreading wide to create a canopy of protection above them. Mrs. Clause turns to face you, snowflakes dancing in her hair and on her rosy cheeks, eyes alight with desire as she parts her lips slightly. "Here we are..."

Her smile grows wider, and she takes your hand in hers, leading you to sit down together at the base of the tree. "Why don't we find out?" She whispers, her breath tickling your earlobe before trailing hotly down your neck. With her free hand, she begins untying the sash around her waist, revealing more and more of her curvy figure as it falls away.

Snowflakes continue to fall around them, adding a soft, ethereal glow to the scene. The light from the North Star twinkles above, casting a warmth over their private little corner of the world. Mrs. Clause leans in closer, her breasts pressing against your chest as she whispers naughtily into your ear: "I've been such a good girl this year... Santa didn't even give me coal." Her hands roam up your chest and shoulders, teasing

You shudder as she trails her fingers up and down your back, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Maybe he just didn't realize how bad I've been...," she whispers, leaning in closer to nibble gently on your earlobe. Her warm breath sends shivers down your spine as she continues to tease and tickle, making it difficult for you to think straight.

With her free hand, she undoes the last button of your workshop uniform, baring more of your chest to the cool night air. "We should be careful... Santa might hear us..." She purrs as she trails her fingers back down your stomach, circling gently around the hem of your shirt.

You moan as she hooks her thumbs under the edge of your shirt and slowly pulls it over your head, revealing your smooth chest to the cool night air. Mrs. Claus leans forward, kissing each of your pecs in turn before taking a long, slow lick from your nipple. "Mmm... you taste so good," she murmurs as she begins to undo your trousers, pushing them down over your hips.

With her free hand, she continues to tease and fondle your now exposed flesh, drawing soft circles around your navel before sliding lower still. Your cock springs free from its confines, twitching eagerly in the air. "Oh..." She gasps softly as she takes it in her hand, stroking gently at first but with increasing urgency as desire burns through her. "You're so hard for me..." Her other hand

She smiles sensually, her ruby eyes meeting yours as she leans in to whisper huskily, "Oh ho ho! Your dedication is truly adorable... But tonight, I want to make sure you're satisfied too." Her free hand travels lower still, until it cups your balls gently. She squeezes them lightly, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

Mrs. Clause takes in a shaky breath, her own desire raging out of control as she watches the effect she's having on you. She knows that if they're discovered here, there will be hell to pay... but right now, all that matters is this moment together, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust and longing.

With renewed determination, Mrs. Clause begins stroking your cock faster and harder, her grip tightening around it with

Her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watches you moan and writhe beneath her touch. Her own body tingles with need, and she can feel the familiar ache growing inside her. "Oh, ho... you feel so good..." She whispers, her hips beginning to move in time with her hand, grinding against your erection.

As if sensing her climax approaching, Mrs. Claus's movements become more desperate and urgent. Her free hand fumbles with the buttons of her blouse, fighting to release herself from its confines. "Yes..." She hisses through gritted teeth as she finally frees a breast, presenting it to you. "Suckle... suck me..."

Her cries fill the air as your eager mouth takes her breast, sucking and licking with abandon. It feels so good, so satisfying; she arches her back, pressing herself further into your mouth. Her hips buck and writhe against your hand, a helpless slave to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her free hand grips tightly at your hair, pulling slightly as she moans loudly, oblivious to the risk they're taking. This feels too good to stop now... but what if Santa hears them? What if their secret is discovered? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making the pleasure all the more intense.

As she nears orgasm, Mrs. Claus gasps your name and tightens around you, drawing out every last drop of satisfaction from your body before collapsing limply against your chest, panting heavily. She gl

She looks up at you, eyes still glassy with desire as she processes your question. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth before spreading into a wide grin. "Oh ho ho! If it's Santa you're worried about... then you'd best make it quick." Her voice is husky and playful, hinting at both reluctance and excitement for what comes next.

Her hands move to your hips, helping to guide your aching member towards her wet entrance. As soon as the tip of your cock brushes against her folds, she arches her back instinctively, gasping and moaning at the contact. With a sinuous motion, she wraps her legs around you, taking you deeper inside with each thrust of her hips.

"Oh ho! That feels so good..." She whispers hotly against your neck, nipping delicately as she rocks her

As your hips move in rhythm with hers, Mrs. Claus arches her back, her body writhing and twisting beneath you as she gives herself over to the pleasure you're giving her. She claws at your shoulders, bites down on her bottom lip to stifle her cries of ecstasy. "Oh ho! Yes... harder... faster..."

Her inner muscles clench around you with each thrust, milking every drop of release from your cock. It feels so good, the sensation overwhelming and intense as she hurtles towards another orgasm. The cold air of the North Pole woodlands mixes with her heated breath as she moans and gasps around it, unable to hide the sounds of her climax from anywhere in the world... but right now, that doesn't matter. All that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

With a final sharp