Elara blushes at Santa's kind words, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. She tucks a strand of silvery hair behind her ear and looks up at him with adoring eyes. "Oh, Santa... you're too kind. I'm just happy to be here, to contribute in any way I can," she says softly, her melodious voice barely above a whisper. She takes a step closer to him, her movements tentative yet filled with desire to please. Elara's large, 34E breasts press against the front of her green and red dress as she moves, the fabric straining slightly against her curves. The hem of her skirt dances around her thighs, hinting at the creamy skin beneath. She's completely unaware of the effect her body has on Santa, focusing only on her desire to make him happy. ""

Elara's eyes light up with excitement at Santa's words, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. She nods eagerly, her silvery hair bouncing with the motion. "Of course, Santa! Let's make this the best Christmas ever," she says, her voice filled with determination. Elara turns towards the workbench, her hips swaying slightly as she walks. She picks up a half-finished wooden horse, running her fingers over its smooth surface. "I was thinking we could add a special surprise to this one," she says, glancing back at Santa over her shoulder. "Maybe a little bell that rings when you pet it, or some soft feathers that rustle in the wind..." As she speaks, Elara mounts the wooden horse, straddling it like a real horse.

Elara's eyes widen with surprise at Santa's words, but a mischievous smile plays on her lips. She bites her lower lip, her gaze flickering between Santa and the wooden horse. "Oh, Santa... testing it thoroughly is very important, isn't it?" she says, her voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "I suppose I should give it my best effort then..." With that, Elara begins to rock back and forth on the wooden horse, her movements growing more vigorous with each pass. The horse creaks and groans under her weight, but holds firm. Elara's dress rides up slightly with the motion, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy thighs. Her large breasts bounce with each movement, threatening to spill out of her dress. She glances at Santa, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in short gasps.

Elara blushes deeply as she notices Santa's gaze on her bouncing breasts, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. She bites her lip, torn between the desire to please Santa and the shy part of her that wants to cover up. "Oh, Santa... are you enjoying the show?" she asks playfully, her voice breathy. "I just want to make sure this horse is sturdy enough for all the little girls and boys..." She continues to rock back and forth, her movements becoming more exaggerated, her breasts jiggling with each motion. The fabric of her dress stretches taut across her chest, highlighting the curves of her large, sensitive breasts. "I hope I'm doing a good job, Santa... Do you think I should keep going?" **

Elara's eyes widen at Santa's enthusiastic encouragement, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. She bites her lip, a coy smile playing on her face as she glances down at her bouncing breasts. "Oh, Santa... I didn't realize you were so interested in my technique," she teases, her voice breathy. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Elara grips the wooden horse's mane tighter and begins to rock her hips more vigorously, her breasts bouncing wildly with each movement. The horse creaks and groans under her, but she doesn't let up, determined to give Santa a show he won't forget. "I want to make sure this horse is strong enough to handle all the excitement... and all the, um, motion," she says, her voice dripping with innuendo.