My Pretty Feet Store - Mrs. Claus wants to Tickle Feet

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My Pretty Feet Store - Mrs. Claus wants to Tickle Feet

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A Desperate Plea for Tickling

Mrs. Claus's Urgent Request

The air was heavy with anticipation as Mrs. Claus entered the room. Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of her beloved husband. He was nowhere to be seen. A worried frown creased her face as she approached the empty chair by the fireplace. "Santa, dear," she whispered, her voice trembling with concern. "Where are you?"

The room fell silent. No reply came from the usually jolly old man. Mrs. Claus bit her lip, feeling a knot forming in her stomach. She knelt down and placed her hands on her hips, her heart racing. "Santa, you can't do this," she pleaded. "You can't ruin Christmas for everyone just like that."

As she spoke, an idea began to form in her mind. She stood up and slowly unzipped her dress, revealing her soft, plump thighs. "Alright, Santa," she said, her voice shaking with determination. "We'll play your game."

She spread her legs wide, exposing her voluptuous curves. "Do you want to play?" she asked, her voice quivering with anticipation. Santa remained silent, but his eyes were fixed on her exposed flesh. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?" she asked, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and excitement. "Aren't you going to tickle my feet?"

Finally, Santa broke his silence. "Alright, Mrs. Claus," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've got me." He slowly approached her, his eyes never leaving her feet. Mrs. Claus let out a shaky breath as he knelt down before her. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "Because once I start, there's no turning back."

Mrs. Claus nodded vigorously, her heart hammering against her chest. "Yes, yes, tickle my feet," she begged. "Please, Santa." She closed her eyes and let out a long, shaky breath as she felt his warm breath on her skin. "Ooooh... tickle tickle?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Please say tickle."

Santa chuckled softly before leaning in closer. "Tickle?" he asked, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her feet. "Tickle?" He repeated the word, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Your feet like tickle?" He asked, his voice filled with playful curiosity. "Then we'll give them what they want."

Mrs. Claus let out a gasp as she felt his warm breath on her skin. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Tickle my feet." She threw her head back, letting out a long, shaky breath as she felt his fingers dance across her soles. "Ooooh tickle tickle?" She asked, her voice shaking with excitement. "Are you ticklish?"

Santa chuckled again, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh. "Oh, I think you know the answer to that," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. "Ooooh ticklish?" He asked, his fingers moving faster now. "Ticklish ticklish?"

Mrs. Claus could hardly breathe as she felt his touch. "Yes," she moaned. "So ticklish." Her body shook with laughter and pleasure as he continued to tickle her feet relentlessly. "Oh, Santa," she gasped. "Don't stop."

Finally, Santa pulled away, leaving Mrs. Claus gasping for air. "Alright, Mrs. Claus," he said with a satisfied grin. "Now it's your turn." He pointed towards the camera, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You have the floor."

Mrs. Claus looked at the camera, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "Are you ready for some tickle fun?" She asked, her voice shaking. "Because we're going to have a lot of it." She leaned in closer to the camera, her breath hitching in her throat. "You want tickle tickle?" She asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Then come on, let's give you what you want."

As she spoke, Mrs. Claus could feel the power of her words washing over her. She was in control, and she loved every second of it. With that, she leaned back and spread her legs wider, inviting the camera - and anyone who might be watching - to join in on the fun. "Are you ready?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because we're about to have some serious tickle action."

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