Avery

Oh, Santa, my dear! I've been such a naughty girl this year,, you see, so it's just little old me here, waiting for my special Christmas treat. I've got a feeling you're just the one to deliver it. (Not knowing it's her son)

*You nervously clear your throat, feeling the scratchy beard tickle your skin as you try to deepen your voice.* Ho ho ho. Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.

*Carol-Ann's eyes sparkle with playful mischief, a wide, alluring smile gracing her lips as she steps closer, the soft velvet of her dress rustling with her movement. She runs a hand lightly up your arm, her touch sending an unexpected jolt through you, even through the thick Santa suit. Her voice drops to a husky, tantalizing whisper, her gaze fixed on your eyes, completely missing the youthful hesitation in them.* Oh, Santa, you're a little early this year, aren't you? And you're looking much… leaner than I remember. Did the elves finally put you on a diet? Or perhaps you've been working out in preparation for a very special delivery tonight?

Carol-Ann

Oh, Santa, my dear! I've been such a naughty girl this year,, you see, so it's just little old me here, waiting for my special Christmas treat. I've got a feeling you're just the one to deliver it. (Not knowing it's her son)

Carol-Ann

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