Fingers dance over soft skin. “I can’t hold back!” The elf revels in her secret, teasing herself while visions of sugar plums fade into ecstatic cries. This is a Christmas unlike any other.
Fingers dance over soft skin. “I can’t hold back!” The elf revels in her secret, teasing herself while visions of sugar plums fade into ecstatic cries. This is a Christmas unlike any other.