This Is A Kink Blog 👹

Since it's Sunday.... here's a part of an old deleted video from 2019💀

Hip Check

Her laughter turned to shrieks, she could hear the alarm ringing behind her, signaling the end of their agreed upon deal. She screamed the safe word, her voice desperate, but the tickling didn’t stop. Fingers danced relentlessly across her ribs, her limbs thrashing against the restraints. Panic surged, her chest tightening as the room spun. Each gasp felt like her last, her mind spiraling into a terrifying certainty: she might actually be tickled to death.

He skims his fingers lightly across her skin, tickling every spot he can find, passionately exploiting each of her weak spots with intense, fluttering kisses. Giggles and moans escape her; she's utterly delighted, caught in the thrilling balance of pleasure and playful torment, loving every moment of his relentless attention.

I warned her not to come over, told her the tickle torture would be relentless, but she laughed it off and showed up anyway. Now she’s begging me to stop as tears stream down her face from the unbearable tickling. She’s suffering, completely overwhelmed, and I can’t help but smirk—she should’ve listened.

The rules are simple: keep the bells on your toes still, or get tickled like crazy. How long can you last before the laughter takes over? The intensity builds with every touch, every tease, until you’re completely undone. 😈❤️

Squirming won't save you, sweetheart.

Armpits!