My First Time as an Elf with Santa: Heart-Pounding Cashier Hookup
His apartment door swung open at 7 PM sharp. Heart slamming against my ribs. Elf costume hugged tight—green boots, red-green striped stockings, tiny skirt barely covering my ass, pointy hat flopping. I’d blurted about it during breaks at the checkout. Stupid move. But his green eyes sparkled through the Santa beard all season. Current passed…