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Then I'll join in with my other finger on your other foot, slowly, lightly, teasy; it will be so slow you will be able to pin point where exactly the tickles are as they are happening, I love practicing meditation so I'll make sure you are "very aware" of the horrible tingly sensation that light brushing causes, imagine it again, and again, and again, my two fingers as paintbrushes using your soles as my canvas for my personal erotic art, except the paint is pure ticklish electricity to those cute squirmy inmobilized soles, not knowing whether to ask me to stop completely or to tickle harder and faster because the light compounding tickles are so bad; you can't stop me, and I can't stop myself because your uncontrollable giggles and blushed face melts me, so I continue, wondering when those giggles will eventually and inevitably turn into full laughter I get to claim for me.

I know you are imagining yourself here. Why u blushin’? 😏