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Santa’s workshop buzzed with the manic energy of Christmas. While other elves dangled dolls and wind-up trains from the ceiling like we were in a Christmas ornament factory, my job as Quality Control Manager was to test the sexy toys that would be left for adults under trees all over the world this year.
Today’s project involved Aaron, a twitchy new elf whose enthusiasm could’ve powered the North Pole’s entire workshop. He’d just unveiled his “ethically sourced” antler cock ring. “Structural integrity is paramount,” he’d said, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “Let’s test it,” I said professionally, while adjusting my candy-cane apron. Elf Academy didn’t cover this part in their “Sleighing the Holidays” curriculum, so it was my responsibility to train new hires on protocol.
Christmas Quality Control at the North Pole
We retreated to my private testing room. Aaron, ever the methodical scientist, had decided on a series of scenarios. Scenarios! “First trial: Supplier-initiated penetration, posterior approach,” he recited. His voice cracked as he adjusted the antler ring. It was snug. Surprisingly so for an elf. As I climbed onto the worktable, the cold metal bit into my thighs, and Aaron’s movements were all awkward piston strokes. Bless his little elf heart, he was trying so hard to impress me! “Tactile feedback?” he gasped. “Effective,” I stated, gripping the edge of the table as I came.
We swapped positions so that I was on top. Aaron’s face was a masterpiece of torment and triumph, as I bounced up and down on his short but thick elf cock. “Ergonomic support?” I prompted, rolling my hips. “Optimal!” he wheezed, clearly enjoying himself but trying not to show it.
By the time we finished fucking, Aaron had cum three times and I had cum seven. “Well?” I asked, tugging my apron back into place. He looked me in the eye with a very serious expression on his face. “Amber, it’s brilliant. It’s going to change everything.” He was so incredibly proud of his design.
Somewhere, a sleigh bell jingled. “You’re right, it’s perfect. Merry Christmas, Aaron,” I said as adjusted my apron and got back to work.
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