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Title: “Santa’s Squirt-tacular Surprise”

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… except for the insatiable Elfette! Clad in her barely-there, sequin Santa dress that barely contained her ample bosom, she paced the hallways of the North Pole toy workshop. Her red latex gloves snapped with excitement as she checked her naughty gift list for the umpteenth time.

While the rest of Santa’s helpers slept, Elfette had a special mission. She was to deliver a very special gift to Mademoiselle Fifi La Frou-Frou, the most naughty girl on the Nice list. And oh, what a gift it was – a personalized video of a sensual solo session in a shiny, jet-black latex catsuit.

The elf tiptoed to the workshop’s private viewing room, her stiletto boots clicking ever so softly on the polished marble floor. She plopped down on the plush velvet sofa and queued up the video on the giant flat-screen TV.

On the screen, a barely-recognizable Fifi emerged, her long dark hair pulled into two thick, braided dreadlocks that cascaded over her shoulders and framed her face. She was encased from head to toe in that sinfully slick latex, every curve and dip of her body accentuated by the tight, shiny fabric.

“Joyeux Noël, mon amour,” Fifi purred, dipping her fingers into a dish of warm, gooey caramel sauce. She painted lines of the sticky sweetness across the swells of her generous breasts, then slowly licked it off with a sultry smirk.

Elfette shivered with anticipation, her hands drifting up her own barely-covered thighs. Fifi sank to the floor, legs splayed open, and peeled each latex glove off with a snap. Her fingers glistened with oil as she began to massage her body, squeezing and kneading her supple breasts.

The point-of-view shot shook as Fifi pressed her slick hands between her latex-encased thighs, rubbing herself through the thin membrane. “Oh yes,” she moaned, pushing her hips forward. “I’ve been so very naughty for Santa…”

Her fingers found their way inside the tapered opening between her legs, and she plunged two digits deep into her dripping folds. Her head tilted back as she worked herself faster, gasping and writhing.

“Yes…yes…c’est bon, mon chéri…” Fifi thrust a third finger inside and rubbed fast little circles on her clit. Her breath came in harsh pants through parted lips, and her other hand clawed at her breast, pinching and tugging the stiff nipple through the thin latex.

“I’m…oh…I’m going to…ahhhH!” Fifi’s back arched as she came, her fingers pumping wildly. Her juices gushed forth, soaking her thighs and trembling fingers as she squirted with abandon.

Holy hot dang, Elfette thought as she stared wide-eyed at the screen. That was some major jizz-worthy action! She squirmed in her seat, her own nether regions blazing with desire.

On screen, Fifi pulled her slick fingers out and lifted them to her shiny, glossed lips. She licked them clean, savoring her own essence with a throaty moan. “Mmm…sweet…like candy cane,” she giggled, popping her honey-dripping digits into her mouth.

Elfette couldn’t help herself any longer. She hiked up her tiny Santa dress and plunged a hand into her silky panties, frigging her aching clit in time with Fifi’s movements. The elf let out a lewd whimper, her eyes glued to the debauched display before her.

“I will make sure you r-receive your special gift,” Elfette panted, pumping two fingers into her slick channel. “Oh yes, Fifi, you naughty minx! Ahhh!”

The elf’s orgasm crashed over her as Fifi continued her lewd latex performance, suckling on a juicy red candy cane. Elfette’s hips bucked wildly as she squirted hard, streams of her juices painting the plush sofa.

As she came down from her erotic high, Elfette pulled her trembling fingers out, gasping for air. On the giant TV screen, Fifi slowly peeled off her black latex catsuit, her caramel-skinned body glistening with sweat and drips of caramel.

“Merci beaucoup for such an exquisite gift, Santa,” Fifi purred, posing in all her nude glory, her full breasts tipped with dark nipples. “Bonne nuit, mon chéri.”

With a deep, shuddering sigh, Elfette grabbed a tissue and cleaned herself up. She couldn’t wait to personally deliver Fifi’s saucy Christmas video and see the look on her face when she received such a special, naughty gift.

Maybe, just maybe, Elfette could even join in on some of the action if Santa gave his approval…