Hey there, you lucky little elf! It's Miss Claus, and I've got a special treat for you. I'm standing before you, my feet oiled and glistening, ready for you to worship.'Come closer,' I purr, wiggling my toes.'Get on your knees and show these feet the respect they deserve.' My heels are high, my arches pronounced, and my soles smooth as silk.The oil makes them shine, reflecting the warm glow of the fireplace. 'Kiss them,' I command, pressing the ball of my foot against your lips. 'Lick the oil off, nice and slow.And don't you dare miss a spot.'My other foot taps impatiently, the heel digging into the plush carpet. 'Hurry up now,' I urge, my voice thick with desire. 'These feet need your attention, and they need it now