i'd love to have a chance to just ... sit on someone's belly while their hands are above their head, telling them to be very very still. stay still, or i'll help you to stay still by cuffing your hands above you.
then my fingers wander. running my fingers across the soft mounds, tickling underneath, up the ribs. settling in the armpits for long enough that you pull your arms down. you're so sensitive, it's so easy.
"i haven't even started yet." i tease, tightening the cuffs on your wrists, "you're very ticklish today."
then i start again. around, under, tracing up the ribs. you know what's coming, but this time you have no way to defend against my fingers. i tap each rib on the way up, counting them on each side, the entire time ignoring your nipples, begging for attention. that's for later.
my hands land in your armpits. i tickle ruthlessly, my fingers spidering slowly. then quick. then slow, scraping down your inner arm. i tickle just long enough for you to start to think it'll never end, and i finally stop.
you're panting. i give you a break, stroking your breasts to soothe the ticklish sensation. my fingertips massage, rolling your nipples between my fingers as i lean down and give you a kiss as a reward for being so resilient.
"starting again." i warn you. this time, your nipples are helpless.
i add oil, and my fingers glide over them. i smile as you thrash and squeal, continuing to torment them. rolling circles, tickling the very tips, my touch light and unbearable. it feels so good but tickles so much.
"poor thing," i coo, "if you had just kept your arms up, you would be able to stop me right now. you're just way too ticklish for your own good. now i won't stop until you cum untouched just from me tickling your nipples."
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