Playtime

As he tugged at the hem of Therese's sweater, the fabric resisted. He hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of what he was doing. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he continued to explore the latina's frozen form. He gently pulled the sweater up, revealing a white tank top underneath. The fabric was stretched taut over Therese's chest, accentuating the curves of her body. Joseph's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her frozen beauty.

As Joseph's eyes lingered on Therese's frozen form, he felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He was both fascinated and terrified by the prospect of having hia crush at his mercy. His fingers, still brushing against her skin, sent shivers down his spine. He gently pulled the sweater back down, covering her tank top, and stepped back to examine Therese's face. Her dark brown eyes, once bright and full of life, now stared blankly into space, frozen in a permanent gaze. Her mouth was ever so slack, which seemed to accentuate her lips, even if they weren’t the most supple.

Joseph took a deep breath, trying to process the situation. Santa's words echoed in his mind: "She's fully posable and usable. Go wild. She's mindless, doesn't know a thing, and there's no guilt involved."

Joseph's hands trembled as he reached for the hem of Therese's sweater once again. This time, he pulled it up and over her head, revealing her bare shoulders and the white tank top underneath.

Joseph's heart raced as he unbuckled her jeans and slowly pulled them down her long legs. The denim slid off easily, revealing her smooth legs and the panties she had on underneath.

Joseph's eyes were drawn to the delicate curves of her calves and the gentle slope of her ankles. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he gazed at her frozen form, his mind struggling to reconcile the Therese he knew with the lifeless, poseable doll that now stood before him. He reached out a trembling hand to touch her leg, his fingers brushing against her skin. Joseph's hand lingered on her leg, his fingers tracing the curve of her calf. He never in his wildest dreams thought he would be doing this.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, Joseph lifted Therese out of her pants and shoes, his hands cradling her frozen form as if she were a fragile, priceless artifact. As he held her aloft, her legs dangled limply, her toes pointing downward like a ballerina's. Her jeans slid down her legs, bunching up around her ankles before finally falling to the floor with a soft rustle.

Joseph's eyes never left Therese's face as he carefully set her down on the floor, her back against the wall. He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against the waistband of her panties.

Joseph's fingers hesitated for a moment, before slowly pulling down the waistband of Therese's panties. The fabric was thin and delicate, and it slid down her legs with ease. Joseph's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her snatch, the way the folds of her clitoris were laid out, and the small tuft of neatly trimmed hair that lay there.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never seen a woman's body up close like this before, and the sight of Therese's frozen form was both exhilarating and terrifying.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, Joseph's fingers reached behind Therese's back, his hands closing around the clasp of her bra. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before slowly unhooking the clasp. The bra sprang open, and Joseph's fingers brushed against her skin as he slid the straps down her arms. The bra fell away, revealing Therese's naked breasts.

Joseph's eyes widened as he gazed at Therese's body, his mind struggling to comprehend the sight before him. She was his now, and his alone.

Joseph's eyes never left Therese's face as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, exploratory kiss. Her mouth was cold and unresponsive, but he didn't care - he was too caught up in the thrill of finally having her in his arms. As he deepened the kiss, his hands began to roam over her body, tracing the curves of her boobs and hips.

As Joseph's lips continued to explore Therese's frozen face, his hands began to wander further down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh. He felt a surge of excitement and nervousness as he realized he was touching her in ways he had only ever fantasized about.

Joseph's fingers reached the apex of Therese's thighs, and he hesitated for a moment. He had always been drawn to her, and now she was here, within his reach, and per Santa his and his alone…forever. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before sticking his fingers into the frozen girl’s clitoris. He moved his fingers back and forth several times, all the while Therese continues to stare blankly ahead, unaware of what was being done to her.

Joseph's fingers lingered for a moment, as if savoring the intimacy of the touch. He then slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes never leaving Therese's. He places another kiss onto the Latina’s still lips, before scooping up her frozen form, cradling her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll. He rose to his feet, his movements slow and careful, as if afraid of shattering the spell that had brought her to him. He carried the girl across the room, and laid her down on the bed, her frozen body sinking into the mattress with a soft whoosh.

As Joseph stepped back from the bed, his eyes never left Therese's frozen form. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the TV, still playing the Christmas special in the background. Joseph's gaze wandered over Therese's body, taking in the gentle curves of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts. Slowly, Joseph's eyes rose to Therese's face, his gaze locking onto her frozen features.

Therese was his now, a gift from Santa Claus himself. He had always wanted her, and now she was his to do with as he pleased.

Joseph's eyes lingered on Therese's naked body, his gaze burning with an intensity that seemed to sear his own skin. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he reached out a trembling hand, his fingers hovering above her frozen abdomen. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation as he hesitated, his mind wrestling with the implications of what he was about to do.

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and slowly began to position himself. His eyes never left Therese's face, her frozen features a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he guided his penis into her snatch, the cool flesh enveloping him like a vice.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a strange mix of pleasure and fear. He closed his eyes, his breath hitching in his throat as he began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Therese’s B-cup breast began to jiggle due to his movement.

Joseph's movements were slow and deliberate, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. The bed creaked beneath him, the only sound in the room aside from the soft hum of the TV. His senses heightened to the point where he could feel every subtle nuance of Therese's frozen form.

As Joseph's movements became more frenzied, his breath came in short gasps, and his heart pounded in his chest. He felt himself reaching the peak, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he ejaculated inside Therese's frozen body.

As the last shudders of his orgasm subsided, Joseph's body relaxed, and he collapsed onto Therese's frozen form, his chest heaving with exhaustion. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he buried his face in the nape of her neck.

“I love you Therese, I love you.” Joseph then drifted off to sleep, all while a Therese stared at the ceiling, not a care in the world.