FriendlyGhost14

He smirks as his fingers trace lightly over the thin fabric of her panties, teasing her sensitive spots and making her body quiver as giggles slip out of her; she starts shaking beneath his touch, her arousal building until the dampness seeps through, only fueling his desire to keep her writhing in that sweet mix of laughter and longing.

As the prickly brush scrapes against her sole, each stroke sends a surge of dread through her, her body writhing helplessly against the rigid restraints. Desperate, she frees one hand, fumbling to shield her foot, but it’s futile—the tickler continues, undeterred. Adrenaline surging, her pulse hammering, every nerve screams for release from her merciless ler, with no end to the torment in sight.