The snow fell softly outside the Frost family’s cozy cabin, the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree casting a warm glow over the room. Holly Frost lounged on the couch, her red silk robe barely clinging to her curves, a glass of eggnog in hand. Her husband, Nick, was away on his annual Christmas Eve journey, delivering gifts to children around the world. Holly sighed, feeling a mix of loneliness and restless energy. She loved Nick, but the long nights alone during the holiday season always left her craving something… more.
A knock at the door startled her. She set her glass down and padded across the room, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. When she opened the door, she was greeted by two of Santa’s most mischievous elves, Jingle and Jangle. Their green and red outfits clung to their toned bodies, their pointed ears twitching with excitement.
“Mrs. Frost,” Jingle said with a playful grin, “we heard you might be in need of some… company tonight.”
Holly raised an eyebrow, her heart skipping a beat. “Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?”
Jangle stepped forward, his voice smooth and teasing. “We thought we could bring a little holiday magic to your evening. After all, when Santa’s away…”
“The elves will play,” Holly finished, a sly smile spreading across her lips. She stepped aside, letting them in. The air between them crackled with anticipation as the door closed behind them.
Jingle and Jangle wasted no time. They surrounded her, their hands brushing against her skin as they helped her out of her robe. Holly gasped as their fingers traced delicate patterns along her body, their touch igniting a fire within her. Jingle’s lips found her neck, his breath warm against her skin, while Jangle’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples to stiff peaks.
“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Frost,” Jangle murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Holly moaned, her head falling back as they guided her to the couch. She lay back, her body trembling with anticipation as the elves began to undress, revealing their perfectly sculpted bodies. Jingle knelt between her legs, his tongue flicking against her sensitive folds, while Jangle leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
The room filled with the sounds of their passion—soft moans, whispered words of encouragement, and the rhythmic creak of the couch as they moved together. Jingle’s tongue worked its magic, driving Holly to the edge of ecstasy, while Jangle’s hands explored every inch of her body, leaving no spot untouched.
When they finally joined her, taking turns to fill her with their hard, throbbing lengths, Holly felt as though she was floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She clung to them, her nails digging into their backs as she cried out in ecstasy.
As the night wore on, the three of them explored every inch of each other’s bodies, their passion only growing stronger with each passing moment. When they finally collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs, Holly couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree.
“You two are definitely on the nice list,” she teased, her voice breathless.
Jingle and Jangle grinned, their eyes sparkling with mischief. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Frost,” they said in unison, their voices filled with warmth and affection.
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Holly knew this would be a Christmas Eve she would never forget. After all, when Santa’s away, the elves certainly knew how to play.