Soft giggles

I can feel this in my SOUL.

"you don't really have a choice, do you?"

"struggle all you want. there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"you're not going anywhere."

"i'll stop when i decide i'm done with you."

"Hmmm, I wonder who's more ticklish. You or this lee...? oh! It's you!"

Her friends said safewords don't count when it's "only tickling"

Safewords should always be respected, the post title reflects a fantasy that many lees seem to enjoy

–CircesPig

That dude in her thighs knows that he's killing her, how fucking hot that she's stuck helplessly pleading with the upper two going nice and easy, while the demon beneath her is drilling the shit out of her core. You can see from how bad she's straining that she needs it to STOP... And it's lovely to see that even through to the end of the clip, even exhaustion isn't enough to make her start to weaken, she's still fully arched trying everything to get away or get a break from those inner thigh pinches....

Insanely hot

The bare skin from your feet to your fingertips tingles in the cool air as you lie exposed, stretched naked across the table. Darkness envelops you, the hood over your face warm and damp with your quick, nervous breath. His voice slips through the black, low and taunting: “You don’t even really need full bondage, do you?” The words hit you like a confession you didn’t know you’d made. Heat floods your chest, your cheeks—because he’s right. Even without the restraints, you wouldn’t run. You want to be his plaything, his toy.

At least, that’s what you thought.

His fingers dig suddenly into your defenseless sides, and the ticklish shock rips through you like lightning. Your back arches, your limbs lock tight, trembling on the edge of pain and pleasure. Your eyes fly open beneath the hood, met only by the suffocating black. Then it begins: laughter bursts from you, wild and uncontrollable, as your body twists and writhes against the inevitable. You’re helpless, alive in every nerve, begging to escape the tickling even as you know you won’t.

You can’t see his face, but the merciless dance of his hands tells you enough—he’s smiling.