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I must admit I have a major weakness for feet. They’re just so easy to restrain and they have their own unique map of smaller spots that are so much fun to discover and exploit. That being said… thighs might just take the cake. They’re such a teasy spot and I adore how easily some lees get worked up when tickled there.

Then sliding my hand up her cotton shirt, teasing her ribs to pull another giggle from her lips. Finding her nipples and tracing around them in maddening circles, occasionally flicking the tips with my thumb. Feeling her body go slack and her head tilt back against my shoulder, gasps and whimpers replacing the laughter. Now she’s trying to draw her legs together, to find some friction where there’s none to be found. I can hear her voice grow more desperate, whimpers morphing into pleading whines, and I have to spare a hand to grab hers as it slips between her legs. She’s got no choice but to be patient.